This morning the old man woke me early...to tell me that it was -3F outside. Hum, I knew that was craziness, and not the true...it might be 30F.
It is no good to try to have a conversation, he would be angry and yell at me. I just had to let it go. His brain isn't working much. He tells others tall tales, every time he can.
I have to spend an hour everyday cleaning up the kitchen. Why? You might think...the old man makes a big mess all the time.
I am angry, this is what I have to deal with...forever...
