I walked into family room. J says: Neum uck, neum eral.
I said: Huh?
"Need milk, need cereal."
He talks like a stroke victim.
I told him I'd go to the store tomorrow morning.
The other day he mentioned "lunch" a couple times totally out of context with eating. He was talking about the NASA launch. OK, now I understand.
He needs to have other people than me to have scintillating conversations with.
(Originally a text sent to sisters Sept 2020, year of the pandemic.)
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