Husband returned home today after two weeks in the Philippines. So much for peace and quiet in the house. He always verges on the hysterical. Actually it was four or five days before I even noticed he was gone and I didn’t ask when he was coming back.

“Albert!” he said.

“About time you came home,” I replied.

Still, I have to admit it was a very lucky day when I came to live in this weird house.

A new teenager in the house. Jayvee made it to thirteen on Monday. I bought him two new computer games but it was a wasted effort since he’s totally addicted to Nexon’s Combat Arms. Not my kind of game, but then right now I don’t have any game I’m much enjoying. I spend most time with Evony, but am fairly bored with it and don’t know why I continue playing.

Except for some lingering chest congestion, troublesome during the night, the flu is gone. Perhaps it was a warning to get a flu shot this fall. Fortunately, the boys were not hit nearly as severely and are both okay now.

Dream life is so much more interesting than waking life right now, I don’t know why I bother to get out of bed.

In a welcome development, foodstamps and Medicaid are approved for an entire year. Given the unlikelihood of changes in my circumstances, it’s about time. But for some unknown reason, Landlady lied about the rent, said it was $450 instead of $500. So foodstamps reduced from $200 to $180. I have no idea whatever why she did it.

Oh well, at least I won’t have to face those massive forms again until next April, if I’m still around.

The Royal College of Psychiatry says there is no such thing as Post Influenza Depression. Well, I disagree.

I was saddened by the news of Lena Horne’s death. A beautiful woman, fine actress with a great voice and style. She’ll rarely be equaled, will never be surpassed.

Sorry to say, but May is off to a terrible start. Fourth day bedridden with the flu.

Yeukh.