Good plan, Laura. I think you need more days of less work.
I finally fell asleep around 4 this morning. Woo? And, just got up. Now need coffee.
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Good plan, Laura. I think you need more days of less work.
I finally fell asleep around 4 this morning. Woo? And, just got up. Now need coffee.
Up at 7:30 and walked the dog. DH got up at 6:30 to be there for the floor refinishing guys at the new house. This is mitigated by the fact that he is then going to a musical instrument garage sale I found on The Crack Craig's List. Here's hoping he doesn't spend so much we can't afford a stove.
Up at 6. Is now 12. Have done nothing except write a piece of a fanfic. Am lazy. Pronouns are for the ambitious.
Things are definitely more relaxed with Glen out of the hospital, but until he's recovered enough not to need my mom's supervision (he's on an IV antibiotic drip), they'll still be a bit tense. This is in part due to the fact that he's not a very good patient.
Today's Pilates teacher couldn't keep track of the count. We did things in threes, fours, fives, sixes, etc. It kept me alert the whole class since I never knew when she'd tell us to change.
My DH is making veggie burgers and then I think we're going to go down to the Postal Museum, just because it is the least visited Smithsonian and just a short hobble across the street from Union Station. His ankle is all puffy again, and he's trying to blame it on the heat, not the fact that he played Frisbee twice this week. @@
Even a good patient would be bad moody by now. I'm a good patient in that I just want to be left alone with a stack of books and DVDs when I am sick. DH is horrible. He wants company so he can complain endlessly while refusing to do anything that might be helpful. Thankfully he is rarely sick.
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Sounds like Sparky's DH has something in common with mine.
Sparky, sorry your DH's ankle is all hurty. I love the Postal Museum! Partly because my grandfather was a mailman yonks ago.
I just finished a very fun book, Secret Society Girl, by Diana Peterfreund. Now to actually do some chores and then it's off to a surprise birthday party. Also? It's hot. Feh.
He's trying to justify going to play Frisbee tomorrow afternoon.
My DH is a PITA patient because he wants me to entertain him the whole time. He'll ask me 100x a day, "what are you doing nowwwwwwww?" in the hope I can play cards.
With something like a twisted ankle, I'd want books to keep me company. If I'm sick and feeling yucky, I want the TV clicker.
Wow. I was tired. G'morningafternoon ev'one.