Jeff's Blind Dog Blog

Today, again I am home from work, tending to my recuperating wife with a big hole in her foot from cyst surgery yesterday.  I thought after ten years of marriage I had her down fairly pat. Lord, am I wrong.  I'm learning how to feed her as she wishes to be fed.  I'm learning there is no room for variance.  I'm learning things have to be made with exactly the right mix of certain ingredients.  None of it is too terribly difficult, just challenging because I am low-maintenance, a skill honed between the ages of 21 to 34 of having to take care of myself by myself on the pathetically low salary of a professional radio broadcaster (something I, gratefully, no longer am).  In fairness, she's not as high-maintenance as some people I've known and know today.  But compared to me, she's an heiress.  Maybe I'll write more about this later.  Right now I need to put her ice pack back on her foot.  At least she doesn't have a little bell...