I really owe the Great Geezer an apology. Not only have I been vastly self-centered and selfish with my wrist focus, I’m trailing through his life making messes. This pile is one he hasn’t cleaned up.
He’s been making breakfast and lunches, he’s been washing the dishes the moment they arrive in the kitchen, and he’s been carrying things, chopping things, and or taking us out to dinner. The house is a far tidier place than if I were in charge.
He leaves my book piles alone.
I have been shelving my books or returning my books once I have read them. This mountain of readers is mostly unread awaiting my attention. Really. Only one is a food anthology, there’s a couple of bios, and the new Saving Italy is down one pile next to the first Rosenfelt.
The whole is really like a gooey, messy, chocolate and whipped cream dessert. I take a bite here and savor it before moving on to the next bite. Wonderful, magical flavors right there next to where I am raising my hand to reduce the swelling. Easy access delight.
Perhaps I might get the necessary bowl with my meds off the pile of dessert and into a drawer though.