After I finally went to bed after our little Clown Show Saturday night, Doc informed me, "You need to stop masturbating."

"Why?"

She said, "If you don't stop shaking the bed, I'm gonna puke up that fucking Costco eggnog you've been feeding me all night. You should've warned me about how strong it was."

I didn't tell her that yesterday was National Eggnog Day. She was pukey all day. She said she hasn't been that sick since she went on the birth control pill 'to be with me' when she had morning sickness because of it 40-some years ago. God I love that 59 y/o little girl (now an honest to bygod MD).

It was a horribly long ten months since McMurphy went home and Ramette died last February. I thought I was going to die of loneliness.

That Chevy commercial really breaks me up and gets me crying. When my mother started slipping away, she became combative. One time when she was in a nursing home temporarily after a heart attack, she got so agitated that the nursing/rehab home threatened me with calling the police and having me arrested.

I kept her in the house I built her, my step-dad, deceased at the time, and my handicapped sister, in a Medicaid waiver home, deceased 2018, in as long as I could until she was so far gone and I had to put her in hospice. I never was comfortable killing people.

Mom was the last, Fall 2014.