I am up at five. Read paper. Go on computer to write. Open mail.

Beth comes downstairs, reads paper in prone position on couch

First thing, I make coffee while my love takes her pills.

I find small pot to boil some eggs for myself. She only wants a sticky bun and java.

Put water on to boil and get eggs from fridge, open carton, grab an egg with clumsy fingers, lose grip as I start transfer of first egg to pot and egg crashes into open drawer of 1000 table knives, forks and spoons. This brings forth a historic howl of dismay and anguish.

Spend 10 minutes cleaning raw egg off all silverware while water is boiling.

She is listening but silent.

After getting two eggs into boiling water, get impatient and take eggs out too soon.

Eat half-done eggs out of desperation.

Notice I have egg on right pant leg and yellow smear on toe of what were shiny white shoes Elsbeth had cleaned.

Stop eating slightly boiled eggs and find dishtowel, run it under tap and clean egg off shoe and pant leg and counter.

Eat rest of cold eggs and partly gnawed sticky bun Elsbeth has discarded.

Show Elsbeth my clean up attempt of pants and shoe and endure look of disgust.

Things might be better tomorrow.