Fish With Loaves…

Charlie was a bundle of nervous agitation and energy this afternoon. Between Horsefly and work, it can really grind and pound Charlie into the ground, and now he has to contend with me and my needs for another week. “It is not you,” Charlie told me, knowing how sensitive I am, but he didn’t elaborate for that matter either. Charlie and I fed and watered Maggie as she looked on with approval. We then took my medications. Charlie was trying to convince me this afternoon that I am 100 percent better on them. “I can’t see the difference,” I told Charlie. “You are like a different person!” he exclaimed sincerely.. “Yeah, they’re great if you like to sleep all the time,” I told Charlie sarcastically followed by an evil eye from Charlie. Charlie had also brought a dinner plate from Captain D’s.  The smells about drove Maggie crazy so I gave her quite a few bites. I then made two extremely delicious fried fish sandwiches out of the last two big portions of fish.
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