Mary remains down, but she is moving a little better today! She is glued to the TV, and I am messing with the garage and office, attempting to get them into shape.
Mary finally told me what was bothering her. Last week, she went to the pharmacy, and the pharmacist said:
“Madam, please understand that to buy an anti-depression pill, you need a proper prescription. Simply showing your marriage certificate and husband’s picture is not enough.”
We stayed indoors all day, and I helped her recover partially; the next day is likely to be much better.
