I love cheeky, silly Richard. Whether he’s telling one of his jokes, reacting with mirth to someone else’s comment, making sly double entendres and naughty sideways glances, tossing fish into a cast mate’s barrel–it all makes me smile. I want to hug him, have those long, strong arms wrapped around me and actually feel one of those huge belly laughs of his reverberate through me. I think that would be absolutely marvelous.
Edit courtesy of Fernanda Matias
Yep, I am always ready for some Mirthful Armitage. For all the sturm and drang exhibited by many of his characters, in real life he does seem to be a man who loves to laugh and refuses to take himself too seriously.
Looking at and listening to him is a very nice distraction, indeed, and I am in need of distractions right now.
I have had two bad falls in less than the space of a week, yielding some magnificent bruises and a pretty fair amount of pain. Vertigo hit me after the first fall and my balance (which is never good) has been off more than usual. I’ve been plagued by worsening headaches. My doctor prescribed some medication for the headaches a few weeks ago. The headaches lessened, but the meds also led to morbid thoughts and horrible anxiety spells. I also cried every time I turned around, it seemed.
I decided the headaches were easier to tolerate and I’d be easier to live with so I stopped taking those meds.
I now have an appointment with a neurologist next week and I hope he can provide some insight (too bad he’s not Dr. Track, but I hear he’s quite a good doctor).
In the meantime, I will close my eyes and imagine a sweet smile and big bear hug from Mr. A, along with a “Feel better soon, Angie.”
Why, yes, doctor–I do believe I am!