Must be the season of the witch

The truce that started last Wednesday ended this morning. With my having 2 hours of sleep, Fred opens the door and starts yelling and swearing at me to get up or we'll be late. Fabulous, he now has Ethel's disease of having to be super dooper early. My lack of sleep has caused me to embrace my inner witch and I like it. We didn't have to be at the eye specialist until 10:30 a.m. We live in decent driving distance of this hospital where he's affilated. There is no snow on the ground. No dignitaries are town with parades routes on our street. I tried to assure him we could get there on time. He still complained so I threw on some clean clothes and went to the car.

After I waited, I finally found him on his daily "walk". When I told him it was time to go he said he needed to go back home and do somethings. Holy cheese and crackers. I had to lay down the law so he didn't spout out Archie Bunkerisms to the office staff. The last time he did this to a staffer, she was very upset and complained while at the desk. She had no idea I was there and I felt bad for hear. He wouldn't let me park the car and I had to drop him off at the entrance because his knee hurt. I guess the jaunt did him in.

It was business as usual. I tried to read a book and Fred kept making excuses to chat. End result is schedule another visit. I get home and schedule Ethel's dental appointment. I was able to get her in this week. Upon letting her know, she complained as to why I didn't schedule another appointment. Yes m'am I live to serve.

I need to get stuff done. It's a good thing coffee is my afternoon delight today.