Tuesday, October 23, 1984

Ruth repeated herself over and over again all night, and is still doing it today. Larry told me I will grow to hate old women, and I am beginning to believe him.

I bought a paint brush, a can of paint thinner and a can of white enamel. I'm going to paint the front of my frig/freezer when I get time. It became pitted when it needed a new compressor, and even though I've spray painted it with appliance paint, it still looks crappy.

I took a nap on the floor again while Alma slept on the couch. I don't feel quite as tired today, but I feel very old. My ankles, knees, hips, back, neck, shoulders, elbows and fingers are stiff and hurt when I move them.