NancyTW is away this week, so I’m ‘baching it’ until Friday. This morning I got all the housework done. I also squeezed in a half hour of indoor exercise before heading out for a run at 8:30.

My cooking skills are very limited, so whenever NancyTW goes off for any length of time, I make myself a lasagna. It lasts me a while, and I really don’t mind eating the same thing over a period of days. I used to put meat in it, but she asked me to try one without it. I was pleasantly surprised.

Uncle Jun once said, ‘Layer of basil between the cheese? That’s Carmela’s lasagna.’ Ever since then, there has been fresh basil between the cheeses as I go about the construction. It makes a nice difference to me. Of course, it could be like perfume on a pig, given my culinary talents.

A short while ago, NancyTW called from her hotel. We spoke for just a couple of minutes before she interrupted me and said ‘Go do a test.’ I have learned to respect her uncanny skill in detecting a low blood sugar, so I put her on speaker, and broke out the test kit. Thirty-nine. Juice time.

So it’s me and Tiger Woods this week. He’s our cat. We’re his servants. He can be fun, but right now, he’s not giving me the time of day.

Must have been something I said.