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March 21, 2005
It's the Little Things
I would like to take a moment to thank my David for taking such good care of me. Not only has he smilingly handled my every request and need, he has thought of extra things to do for me, and he has also refrained from nagging me about doing either too much or too little.
I was worried. You see, Dave doesn't suffer fools gladly, and he hates having his time wasted. I am improving by leaps and bounds, in terms of what I can do for myself, but one thing I still cannot do is carry things. (Unless between my teeth like a dog with a newspaper. I've been fetching stuff from my printer all afternoon.) So every time I'm thirsty or need my computer or some food, Dave has to stop what he's doing and help me. And he has been unceasingly cheerful about it.
I was afraid that the novelty would have palled by mid-afternoon on Friday, once I was pretty much out of danger and feeling better, and that I would get some growls or snarls. But he has been fabulous. He must actually love me.
Posted by sally at March 21, 2005 05:11 PM
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