
It's nasty outside and in. We finally get rain and what do I get? A new roof. I was just looking at the ceiling in the den when I think "man, that looks like a big water spot." I drag a chair over to see and when I barely touch it the ceiling busts open and water starts spilling all over me and the floor. I called Gary, who is totally out of town, to express my great concern and all I get is "well, I guess we finally need a new roof. Put a bucket under it." Joan has moved all the pictures off the entertainment center and fashioned a tarp over it. I hate spending money on house maintenance.
More crummy - I noticed night before last that Zack's big toe, around the nail, was all red - really red. I checked on it again yesterday and it was just as red. I called the doctor and got an appointment for this morning. So, for a very long time I had to listen to him moan over having to go to the doctor. (I was trying to have a phone conversation with Deborah and he was crying so loud she asked if he was in pain or just fretting. Just fretting - talk louder.) Actually, for Zack, he did really well this morning. What he's not doing well at is drinking the gloppy, pink medicine the doctor gave to clear up the angry toe. I've even put it into chocolate milk, but he's been sitting at the table for over 20 minutes complaining about it. Wait! He just finished the first dose. Three times a day - ought to be fun.