No doubt we'd smile later

I'm sitting here at my computer, waiting for Jerry to finish "smurfing," as he'd say, on the computer upstairs and come down for our "evening entertainment" (whatever we decide to watch on TV).

No, I know I'm not really.  But if life were fair, if life weren't horrible and brutal, that's what I'd be doing.

Anyway, I need to post this photo now and get it over with.  This is the last photo that was ever taken of Jerry.  It was 20 May, just over a week after he'd been admitted to the hospital, and I had put a wet washcloth on his forehead because he was nauseated and I hoped it would make him feel a bit better.  He said that with the washcloth on his head he probably looked like Mooch, the cat in the comic strip Mutts (which Jerry loved), in his guise as his alter ego "the Shphinx."  So we agreed I would take a picture of him with my cellphone, and no doubt we'd smile over the photo later when Jerry got better.