Semi-Daily Scribbles

It's all medicine. Just depends on what you're trying to get rid of. But remember…there's no cure for bad taste.

I must have heard Doc say that a thousand times. Thought it was annoying, especially how she'd wink and nod her head at me when she got to the 'no cure for bad taste' part. I liked what I liked; Doc liked everything else. Other than that, we got along fine. It's tough now, though, looking at the row of medicine bottles. They don't stay filled for long. Instead of Doc telling me to eat good food, and read good books, I crush her horse pills and stir the stuff into Wheatena. If the meds don't knock her out, Doc likes it when I read cookbooks. She can't eat a whole lot anymore, so she enjoys listening to me rattle off the ingredients. I don't mind. Doc gets a kick out of it. It's just that I usually lose my appetite after reading the section on how to make head cheese. Guess I don't eat much these days, either. And if it isn't a list, I don't read. We're two old crows taking care of each other. We do our best.