Evening

Mark's not afraid of his new found sense of humor getting him into trouble. While I was shaving him yesterday (and I did a damn good job, no signs of blood!) while he sat at the sink in his wheel chair, I kept bumping into the toilet railings, then the arm of the wheel chair, etc. I made a comment that I was clumsy, he said, "No, you just have no idea of the size of your butt." Ah, music to my ears.

He's doing great and looking even better! I made him some tuna salad today and a side of avocado with blue cheese dressing. He decided to mix them together and commented that it would have been even better with a tomato. Then he said yes, a tomato would have been good. Then he said again, wow, I wish I had a tomato. I let all this go, and after a while I asked if he would like to have some lunch time conversation, and he said yes. I asked what he'd like to talk about and he asked if I'd be mad if we talked about tomatoes. I'm still not sure he was kidding. He's been getting obsessive about little things, like damn TOMATOES!