Nothing is going on. I mean nothing. Everyday it is the same thing. I get up, make tea and take pills. Pat gets up drinks tea, eats food and sits in front of computer. I watch TV. Pat leaves for work, I sit in front of the computer. I halfheartedly(is that a real word?) clean house. No one calls, no one comes over, can't seem to find a real reason to do anything. I MUST get out of the ho hums.
Today Pat is off work. And where is he? In bed. What will he do when he gets up? Nothing.
Ok that is enough. My whine is over.