The day nurse arrived at noon. Nice lady. Sweet wife lead her to our family room. She walks in and places her laptop and pile of paperwork on our coffee table and ever so gently, takes a seat.
I patiently wait as she takes in the room. She swiveled, looks this way and that...then, "Oh my God, how many books do you own?"
In truth I reply, "Not sure."
Silence. Sweet Wife gives me the 'look.' She knows I'm about to go all smart ass.
Then, the day nurse said - and I'm serious..."You read all these?" Her words...really.
With full knowledge I'm still under the gaze of Sweet Wife, I said, "Yes Mame, I've read all of them, and more. I have a library in the other wing of the house."
She looks at me, mouth wide open. I smiled. Sweet Wife smiled. We've heard it before, one of those been there done that moments.
The day nurse stands and walks over and places her hand on my head. After a moment or two I asked if she was checking my temperature.
"No, I just wanted to know if your head was gonna bust wide open."
I think I'll like her.