It’s another one of those losses. We once went to movies, watched TV series, and enjoyed outings together.
Burt would have enjoyed The Marvelous Mrs Maisel with me. Now I’m seeing it as respite when he’s asleep. He can no longer follow any plot. He’s way past the point where he would get the humor.
It’s sad. Which is not to say that I am thoroughly engrossed.
My repertoire recently expanded to include not just Grace and Frankie but also Schitt’s Creek. Mrs Maisel remains top draw for my limited but rapt attention.
Diversions are a necessity. Stay diverted.
this is our life 