Pat got home from work a little while ago. I was not happy. I knew he had been off work for awhile, a long while. I did not roll over when he got into bed. He laid there and made a sound and I rolled over and said o when did you get home? He said this is the second time. I asked him what he was yalking about. He said that he got into a fight. Naturally I thought he meant at work. There is a guy up there that is always doing things. He said no that he had stopped to get a coke at a store and 3 guys jumped him in the parking lot. They wanted his money. He was hit in the back of the head with something. He did not go down and turned and hit that guy. I don't know all of the details. He was covered with blood. He has a horrible gash on the back of his head. I will be taking him to hospital for stitches and a tetanus shot after Brook gets off to school. He is asleep right now. Typical man did not think it was bad enough for that. It is about 2 inches long and split open. His doctor is not in or I would call him today. His doctor does hospice care on Thursday. He makes house calls to them on that day.
This is not what I had in mind for the day.