Charlie is my caretaker this week since dad and mom are in Birmingham with my sister. He is taking real good care of Maggie and I. Last night, he grilled burgers and dogs and brought me and Maggie some. The night before, his wife cooked a wonderful macaroni salad, pork loin, black eyed peas, and corn bread.
I noticed today that Maggie has not eaten her Purina One in weeks. I guess she is getting enough food from me. The little portly thing certainly hasn't lost any weight. But she isn't fat either so all is well.
Every day it is the same. The highlight of my day is getting my psychiatric medications. I used to hate to take them because I thought my family was trying to control my behavior with them.
Well, the two little yellow Klonopin are a Godsend. I am typically a nervous, jittery fellow normally. I take those pills and it is coolsville.