Burt had two days of the grumps following our outing to the Thanksgiving Dinner and Dance. I realized this was a smaller version of the reaction I had read about, the slide that follows a big event. It was mild if unpleasant.
On Wednesday, he told me what he liked about his aide was that she calms him down. His insights keep surprising me. It’s what I value about his aide, too.
In the evening we went out and I wrote a poem. It was short. It was about the moment we were sharing.
I read it to him. Skipping a beat, maybe, he got it!
this is our life 