On Wednesday, everyone was in bed by 10 except my nephew, who was his late-night hockey practice.
“In bed” for me means I watch TV for a while from bed.
About 10:30, I had to use the lift to get to the bathroom — no problem. Returning to bed was also fine.
Except I couldn’t get the covers back over my feet.
I didn’t want to call my sister again (yes, I have called her to cover my feet).
I decided to text my nephew and ask him to stop by room. He said OK.
In retrospect, I should have said why or something to explain that it was not an emergency.
When he came in, he looked around. I pointed at my feet and then said I needed him to cover them up.
He laughed and said he thought I had fallen or he’d need to clean something up.
He knows me well.
Despite his concerns, he still came to my aid
He is so cool.
1 comment:
Joed rocks.
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