Cats on my pizza box

Last night Ron got frustrated communicating with me, lost his temper, said some things, and "stomped" off (rolled angrily in the wheelchair) to his room.  I was OK with that - head injury.  That is totally normal behavior for someone with a head injury, but the reason a lot of TBI marriages don't last.  The uninjured partner takes things seriously.  Personally.

I was a little miffed for a while but I let it go.  I had to.  I'm not carrying a sack full of resentments with me everywhere I go.  I have enough baggage.

Today he had a little trouble doing the monthly report and snapped at me a little, but, again, I don't take it personally.  He is fine now.  He just barks a little when he's stressed. 

I slept late today, I got up at 9.  Biscuit was having fits.  I fed them and got on the computer for a while.  I took a nap because we have to get up very early tomorrow.  I got up and we worked on the monthly report, filed it, did our online payment. 

It sure beats mailing a check every month.  Sometimes the check would get lost and we'd be penalized. 

Ron is planning our transportation to the conference next month.  His current thinking is train.  I have never ridden a passenger train.  I rode commuter trains in CA but never a passenger one.  We would catch it downtown and then go to the venue.  Transportation from the train station to the hotel, there will be a gap of time where we can't check in.  We will need to stay an extra day, and find an affordable hotel for our extra day, transportation everywhere, etc.  It's a lot. 

But, when you're both disabled and neither one of you can drive, it's what you do.  A fun memory: years ago, 1998, Ron and I took the bus to the Greyhound bus terminal, and took the bus on a round trip to Reno, Nevada. 

I got to ride for free as Ron's "provider".  We each had about $40 to spend on gambling.  We did that all night (playing the slots).  I won about $50, Ron kept shoveling his winnings back into the machine until he was broke.  I bought us breakfast, and a Nevada coffee cup from the gift shop.  I was glad Ron was far from gambling, because he could have had a problem. 

Then we caught the bus back to San Francisco, and a bus home from there.  It was a fun outing. 

Of course that was before the accident.  Last year we did pretty well, took paratransit to the bus depot, took the bus to Dallas, took a cab to the hotel, did the whole thing in reverse. 

I just wish I could feel like it'll be fun.  I just see so much potential for a screw up. 

Then Ron played some music for a while.  It is good to see him less depressed lately.  He has become (again) quite the Astros fan.  They play a game on Saturday night. 

I ordered pizza, and it was so sweet.  I ordered a couple of pizzas and a drink.  Food for the next couple days.  When she delivered it, she had drawn little cats all over the top box.  One of the cats was saying "Thank you".  So cute.  I am glad I gave her a good tip. 

I got 2 medium thin crust pizzas, and had some of each.  One had BBQ sauce, bacon, salami, and pepperoni.  The other one was a meat lovers on a thin crust. 

I fed the cats before I ate.  Biscuit was quite anxious. 

And the yard guys came today, so that was good.  Always good to have a nice-looking yard. 

I have to go to bed pretty soon so I can get a decent amount of sleep.  I'm not tired (I had a headache and had to take some Excedrin), but I have a bottle of Diet Dr Pepper in the fridge for tomorrow. 

I bought one bottle yesterday, I couldn't get it open.  I had to get the vice grips this morning to get that rascal open. 

But I was determined.