I'm still coughing up a lung. It's not my good lung, so I consider myself lucky.
Patricia is still slowly on the mend. She keeps asking me if she should return to work tomorrow. I still laugh at her and remind her that she still has what she has, and that she has no business returning to work until it's better. She remains on two different types of powerful meds that have unfun side effects. Trust me. They don't want her back to work until she's over this problem.
We had an otherwise good day. I cooked haddock for dinner. It is the same recipe my mother taught me a very long time ago. You take the pieces of fish and roll them around in flour before dipping them in an egg mixture before putting the rolled-and-dipped fish in the frying pan. The fish is done as soon as it starts to flake. The worst thing you can do with fish is overcook it. When you even suspect it is done, it probably is. Put it on a plate with all the other fish you're cooling, and serve with a smile. Hardly difficult. If I can do it, then anybody can. I'm not putting myself down. I am just telling the truth. This recipe is impossible to frig up. Anyway, Patricia told me about 6 times that she loved the fish.
We watched some of the Canadian Screen Awards tonight. If you were wondering what became of Norm Macdonald, he's reduced to hosting Canadian movie and tv show awards. The lifetime achievement award went to Martin Short.
I have never "got" Martin Short. If he has ever said or done anything funny, or droll, or clever, or just non-stupid, then I haven't seen it. I can think of a supporting role he had on a long-ago tv show called The Associates, and I liked him in that. When he was pretending to be buffeted around by a wind machine last year on an SNL special, I chuckled. That's about it. But people think he's a comedic genius of some kind. I don't know why.
On that negative note, I will turn in.
See you tomorrow.
PS. I did not misspell Norm's last name. The d is in lower case. There are clans of MacDonald's where that d remains in lower case. What it signifies, I do not know, other than the fact they want the d to remain in lower case. In the 1940's and '50's, Nova Scotia had as its premier Angus L. Macdonald. We named the old bridge in Halifax after him, but he did not live to see its completion. It vexes me when people capitalize the d in the bridge name. And... there you have it.