Just about overflowing.

My Bud. 

I've known him for over 20 years. We went through life together, in those years. I was there for him when he got his divorce, lost his vision, and we are so close even today. 

This man is close to genus intelegence. Even blind, he works on my computer, and others. We grew very close when he couldn't drive and I was mainly his chauffeur. We would split our calls, we worked as a team and grew together as a tight nit family. 

I think I draw strength from him as we go through this time. He is always up, and there are times when I just need to hear what he has to say. We laugh together, and I need that. 

Sunday

It is Soup Sunday, and I want Sweetie hungry when we go there. It is also shower Sunday. I'm hoping for a good morning, and a co-operative Sweetie when we get into the shower. 

To start it off, she is not as awake as she could be, and so, with a pull of the drape, letting some sunshine into the room, I greet her with a warm smile, and get one in return. 

CBD time, open her mouth, in it goes. I can tell she will need some time to get the cobwebs out, so I hobble down the hall, get some applesauce for her, and then back. 

I hurt, but I have to get her in the shower, and something to eat before we go over to the daughter's house for soup. 

She is in the shower, we wash her hair, and body. Out, dried and dressed. To the table, sit her down, she eats her applesauce, and I take my shower. 

Soon we are in the car, heading for an afternoon of soup and conversation. 

Upon arrival, find out we are the only others there, and that is fine. Soup is Chicken Noodle and the other is Cheese and Broccoli. Both are good, and we sit, sip, and converse. Next thing I know, we've been there an hour and a half. Sweetie has stopped eating, and I can tell, it is time for us to go. 

We get some to take home with us, and daughter as made me a breakfast burrito and enchilada to have later. I mentioned that I don't get to have the spicy food I used to get, because of taking care of Sweetie, so she has taken it upon herself to give me that which I miss. 

Our evening went as scripted and when it came to dinner, I thought I'd made too much pasta. 

The bowel that I use was just about overflowing. I told Sweetie that I thought we'd have left overs, and I thought that until the bowel was empty. 

Soon it was bed time. With a quick underwear change, we were in bed, saying our prayers, and sleep came upon us. 

Driver again had a easy day of it. All He had to do was keep the car in the middle lane, cruising along. As we kept Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless. Arthur.