Our warm 80 degree day yesterday turned into a 48 degree day today. It is overcast and murky looking outside.
"It's cold!" Charlie exclaimed, walking into my house with goodies. "I brought you a fish dinner that you may not like."
I assured Charlie I was just glad to get a hot cooked meal. I was going to have leftover chicken pot pie. Charlie also brought a bag of sliced smoked ham for Maggie. I am doling it out to her so she won't eat too much at one time.
"What are you going to do with your day?" Charlie asked me as he sat on my couch.
"Most likely read and listen to the radio today," I replied.
"I'm doing yard work which I hate," Charlie told me.
It is a joke in the family that when Charlie does yard work the result is "The Desert Look." Charlie doesn't have a green thumb. My father, who is gifted with a green thumb, cajoles Charlie about this.
"Your mom and dad should be home soon," Charlie said as he was leaving.
I had wanted to ask Charlie for my medications early, but resisted. I have to be very careful not to do anything out of the ordinary until after Tuesday -- the day I am supposed to get my disability money again. I feel like I am walking on eggshells in anticipation. Tuesday can't get here quickly enough. I am driving to a local college town to buy some magazines with the first twenty dollars of my long lamented disability money.