@billchitwood I had a flashback while reading your post! Made me remember how many times in a day I would hear my wife call "Scott...Scott...Scott...Scott...Scott... and on and on! She, too, was the most comfortable when I was within eyesight and just sitting with her. I came across the painting in this picture at our local coffeehouse, where they used to feature local artists' works. Purple is my favorite color and the eye made me think of how, as her caregiver, my wife always had her eye on me! I even had to always leave the bathroom door ajar. (TMI?)

I also had forgotten how many times my wife's tastebuds changed. Frequently when would make food related announcements, usually after I had cooked the meal, that she suddenly no longer would eat tomatoes, or cheese, or garlic, or... For over five years we ate exactly the same meals every day. One breakfast, one "Linner". Linner was always white rice, boiled chicken, and mixed vegetables. The good news was she did eat!

The days DO get long, don't they! I hope; the sun is shining on your neck of the woods today!

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