A sweet invite to sit in the
sun . . . and a special red
to go with. Bless his heart!
Whilst wine was breathing,
he apologizes for having
been in such a bad mood.
He goes on to tell me he's
been suffering from a bad
headache all day.
We share a small glass and
begin to enjoy the afternoon
watching our pet critters hit
the pond and scamper about.
At some point I asked him
how his headache was faring.
He growled back that he did
not have a headache, never
had one and didn't know
what I was talking about.
Oh the joys of aging . . .
Let the fun begin!
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