Sherrill comes in from work, feeling bad. His blood sugar has been high since before Christmas. He has a bad cold that has settled in his chest, and his thumb hurts. A couple of minutes ago he goes out to walk Jack, and I hear "Open the DOOR Judy......Let me in". He had gone outside, and locked himself out. I unlocked the door for him, and said, "Honey, you are just having a bad day". He quickly replied, "Well why did you lock me out?" He really thinks I locked him out in 40 degree weather. Perhaps an extra dose of Nyquil is in order.
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