Free pizza!

  
Living with a spouse in the middle stages of Alzheimer’s disease isn’t all bad. 

Someone rang the front door while I was getting changed after work on Thursday. I know I should have come down, but I didn’t. I heard J open the door. 

I had stopped to see our daughter on my way home from work and had no dinner plan. 

When I got downstairs, we had a cheese pizza and some rolls with marinara sauce. We had not ordered them. The boxes had no contact information for the pizzeria. I could not get out of J whether she had paid for them or not. I put a message on the neighborhood listserve  to see if anyone had ordered food that hadn’t been delivered. No one claimed them.

 So we ate the pizza. Problem solved. 

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