EDITORIAL NOTE: Kathy is out of town and it has been 243 days since I last blogged for my wife, but don't worry... I'm going to keep it business as usual in here.
When I first agreed to take over the onerous task of blogging in my wife's stead, I had visions of crafting posts from our cats' point of view (or less interestingly, from the dog's). After having survived the first blog takeover, I figured that it would be a piece of cake regardless of my approach. Second verse, same as the first! Maybe I could cut and paste! The possibilities were endless easy.
But then, as I kissed my wife goodbye, she dropped the bomb. "...don't forget to post, THREE DAYS in a row... and try... to make it.... Lyme related."
What a drag. I so don't want to write about Lyme.
I'm tired of it, aren't you? I know that my wife is. Endless conversations about symptoms and causes, insurance and doctors, opinions and speculation, fears and hopes... and the DRAMA, oh man.... the delicious and endless supply of drama from friends and family and internet strangers and SPOUSES.
And the poop. There's always the poop.
If I'm tired of it, she MUST be tired of it. That's why I'm glad that Kathy is letting her friends take her to a beach house for a few days. I don't even worry that she'll be taken care of, THAT'S how good her friends are.
So here I am, running a Lyme Blog and continuing the conversation with all of her readers. I hope that she can rest easy.
Kathy's last words to me (a joke) as I buckled her into her seabelt:
"If I get swept out to sea, know that you were a good husband and that I love you."
I never take her seriously when she says stuff like that. I know that she's being playful... but at the same time, I know that if those were her true last words, she would approve all the same. That's my wife: multi-dimensional. <3
Kathy, If you get swept out to sea, know that you were a good wife and that I loved you too... and please be sure to drown every last one of those miserable S###HEAD bugs!
Kathy won't be answering for the next few days (becuase she is on vacation), but I will. So here's a question if you're feeling playful: If you were about to be swept out to sea, what would YOUR last words be?
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