kvetching up

I need a vacation. I think I will take one soon. Go to the sunny climes of Southern California, and find a pool to lay by, and someone to bring me drinks every 15 minutes.  Styron wrote Darkness Visible, about his battle with depression.  I am thinking of writing Madness Invisible, about a man married to someone who is stark raving mad, but only he can see it. Think "The Emperor's New Clothes" in reverse.   Poster on The Lower East Side,  summer of 2017. Tonight, as in, right now, she is angry with me because I won't solve her car problem. I could solve her car problem. I could go out, get the paperwork out of the glove box for her warranty to see if the tires are covered. She insists they always are. I am not sure how she knows it, but she seems to know it. Because of this, she wants to have her car towed to Lynnwood Honda to get her tire fixed. Ok. I am not cheap, and not a spendthrift. But, we have chemo on Thursday, and our primary vehicle has a flat. My car...

 Entry 1.    12:45 p.m. I have a post I am working on from yesterday, but thought this bit of an update is called for.  Up at 5 with the dogs.  Jenny came down just before 9. Leiney and I had been hanging out talking for about an hour. I got up and made Jenny's coffee and served her pancakes that Leiney had cooked. Jenny ate. She is cranky in the mornings now. Coffee cranky? Cancer? Doesn't matter. Just cranky. It's new, and given you wouldn't want to deal with me decaffeinated, I get it.  She remarked on her mood herself.  Afterward, she repaired to the master bath to soak in the tub. After she was in, I'm so fucking glad she doesn't have a little bell to pick up and ring, she texts Leiney asking her to send me up.  I go up, and she needs soap and a razor. Things three feet from her.  I get them, and don't remark on the ridiculousness of the expectation. I go downstairs, hang out with Leiney until she leaves at 11, and proceed to clean the d...