It’s been a very long time since I’ve had someone “taking care” of me. That is exactly what happened this week and I must say, it isn’t bad. I finally admitted that the arthritis pain at the base of my thumb wasn’t going to go away on its own and had surgery last Thursday. For the next month my right hand will be in a cast.
Max has been staying with me while he builds the guest house that will be his retirement home. He’s turning out to be an amazing caregiver. Cooking, shopping, laundry, vacuuming, he does it all cheerfully (and well). I might get really used to this!
I think dinner should be about 7:30, he thinks 5:00 is the right time. Now that he’s cooking dinner is very early but you can be sure, I’m not complaining.