Recently I had a bad cold. At my age cold’s hang on longer and harder. My wife (and her cat) left my bed and room to sleep down the hall in one of the kid’s bedrooms. Seemed weird; I missed her (not the cat). First time since before 1985, when we got married, that we have not shared room and bed. (Business trips and hospitals not counting).
Is this what being a widow would be like? Statistics state that my wife (not the cat) should outlive me.
I love statistics and I love that I should or will outlive the cat.