Ten-Finger Exercises

whiney day

Bill decided, Thursday when the housekeeper was due to be here any minute, that he'd start cleaning out his office. He bought a large set of shelves and put them in there, then has been pulling other stuff out and putting it on any convenient flat surface, even some inconvenient ones. What he's trying to do is get a desk in there for his old computer. That could be nice. I could use it. I tried this morning, but being in the same room with him gets old fast. First, he has to tell me everything he's looking at, mainly space and airplane stuff. I don't always listen to him very carefully when he's talking about that anyway, but it's harder in the same room. He has no sense at all about me needing my own brain to do my own thinking, not always lending him my ear. But that is tolerable. The part that isn't is his constant vitriol against Obama. I'm not a Democrat, but I'm liking the man more and more as Bill continues to disrespect him. I guess that isn't entirely true, but I am certainly not deadset against him. I'm tired of hearing it. Bill doesn't seem to realize that healthcare is important and so far this is the only way it's being addressed. Sure, maybe there's a better way, but nobody is doing much about it. Everything is so negative and I just hate it!