Tomorrow and Wednesday should be very interesting. I know things will be extremely tense around here.
Mr. Fixit is going into the hospital for a test Wednesday so he can’t eat anything at all tomorrow. He can only have clear liquids, jello, broth, tea, and coffee with no cream. He gets very testy when he can’t eat. In fact, he can be a misery to be around. I wonder if I could desert the Fixit ship until Wednesday afternoon. That would be the coward’s way out, wouldn’t it? No one ever said I would ever be awarded a medal for bravery.
It’s going to be a l-0-0-n-g day and a half.