I think I need flowers

Here I sit watching my wife get a cast put on her arm (for once it's not me on the table). She broke her wrist a couple of weeks ago while ice skating. I reminded her afterward that even Peggy Fleming has gotten older.

But look at the bright side! I now get to wash her back, help her dress, do the dishes, cook our meals, do the food shopping, drive her around, prop her arm up on pillows, change the water in the flowers she's gotten from friends and family, and do my normal job, which is to pretend to be smart.

I realized I never get flowers when I'm down for the count. She must be more popular. But then she seems to care more about people than I do. So I guess that makes sense. To me people are an intrusion. They intrude on whatever I'm focused on at the moment, a task that is getting more and more difficult.

Yesterday I spent 5 hours in front of my computer, building a spreadsheet record of my 2009 stock trades which I need to send to my accountant in order to get my taxes completed. Well it was excruciating (thank God for spell checkers)! It was like a Chinese torture, whatever that is. After five hours of that kind of concentrated focus, I was exhausted. It felt like I'd run a marathon, so after completing, I went out and ran a mile.

Running recovered my mental capacities, but then my back hurt, so today after the work on Anne's arm, I have to hang on my Teeter machine for 5 or 6 minutes. I think I need flowers.