I'm a two fisted drinker today. Coffee in my right hand, carrot juice in my left. (What, typing with my nose? ) And I had a glass of oj, too. Each time Schlomo gets himself something to drink, he offers me something, too. Since he's on the insulin shots now, his diabetes in under control. In the 120-140 range, which is normal. Now, if I could just get his excessive talking under control.

He's been in and out this morning running errands and he knows how I feel about his gabbing. So he offered to make a tape of him talking about his childhood years, or his high school years, or make tapes by the decade for me to listen to while he's away. Funny. Very funny. He says, "You're going to miss me when I'm gone." And he's right; although a wee bit dramatic about it. But when he also says, "Who else would you have?", my silence answers him.