Those of you who know Del at all know that being unable to run free is very difficult for him. We are very different in that respect. If I want to know if a store has a doflicky, I call and ask. He goes to the store to check. The only other times he has ever been cooped up this long have involved surgery and the good drugs, so he was beginning to get that look in his eyes. When he discovered that our milk had turned, he had to find a way to get out of here. Once I realized he was going to break out, I did ask him to bring take-out, however. I can’t think when I’ve cooked for 8 days straight. Del is always willing to take his turn with cooking, but his primary cooking tools are the phone and the car, so he was at a disadvantage this week.
Sunday is the big day, so the next few days will be something else. We will make it, we will make it, we will make it.
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