Sometimes I feel concerned about my wife. Like an hour or so ago.
I had been working around the lodge. Fixing a window lock, fixing the vacuum cleaner, cleaning the sinks, tubs showers and such. I had been whistling an old ditty most of the morning and it reminded me of a story.
I walked into the office behind Juanita while she was making entries on the computer.
I said "So this frog walks into a bank."
Her arms went limp to her sides, her head dropped to her chest, and I think I may have heard her moan.
Do you suppose it is some sort of neurological disorder?