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| David Bailey |
I have no time to write today. I am trying to get my mother ready for her doctor's appointment this morning. I barely have time to sit down from dawn to dusk. I didn't know how easy my life was. I'm not used to doing things and being busy. This is probably good for me. I haven't moved this much in a year and a half.
I don't sleep well, either. I am sleeping in a horrible bed. Or not sleeping. Tossing, mostly. Waiting for the daylight, a cup of coffee, then back at it. I need opium like a Coolie.
O.K. O.K. My mother is the one suffering, I know. But if she wants to bitch, she can write her own blog. I am attending to her every need. I am a good son, I am. So they say. I know she hasn't eaten this well in years.
I've got to run. It is Friday, and it is a long weekend for you working stiffs. I'll need to make some sort of party for mom on the 4th. Hot dogs and potato salad, I think. Oh. . . and I bought mom a slip on dress so that she can get dressed by herself. It was the model that did it for me, but mom liked the dress. Amazon delivers today.
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