Today was our first somewhat normal day in over a week. We’re both healthy enough to work, and even though I’m still coughing and Kristi’s still sounding way ragged, the house is running again and no one is praying for death. That’s a major improvement over how things were around here just 48 hours ago.
Laundry’s caught up again. Bed’s made. That ungodly mountain of dirty dishes in the kitchen are now washed and put away. The floor’s swept and Sam’s water dish is cleaned and refilled and I’m catching up on delayed client jobs and Kristi’s using her recovering-sick-person status to guilt her students into behaving. So life’s back on the tracks.
The last week hasn’t been all sickness. First, the rings arrived! After months of deliberation and discussion, we recently settled on the white gold ring styles and made the purchases. Mine’s a simple brushed wedding band; for Kristi’s ring, we decided to get two thin diamond anniversary bands and then have the jeweler solder them on either side of her engagement ring. My ring’s going to have to be sized slightly down yet and we haven’t done the solder on her rings, but they’re going to be beautiful. We tried them on shortly after my ring arrived, and for a moment we both just kind of stared. We’ve got our wedding rings!
In other news, Tuck had his first vet visit in California last Friday, right in between my recovery and Kristi’s fall. We’d been delaying it for as long as we could, but Tuck finally ran through the 90-day supply of meds I bought before leaving Florida. It all went very smooth; Tuck was very well behaved, I somehow managed not to throw up in the waiting room, and best of all we actually got out of there for less money than Tuck’s typically one-month supply cost in Florida. And thank God for that.
While Kristi was comatose, Sam and I had a few bonding moments over oranges. I’d go out on the back porch in the morning and we’d split one off our big orange tree in the yard – we’ve had a big crop this year and they grew out big, sweet and juicy. I can’t help it; I’m from Florida, we take our oranges seriously. A good orange is a big deal. Well, turns out that Sam loves oranges, so we’ve got that.
Kristi says though that Sam’s butt has turned orange. I don’t see it, but then I’m not really looking hard.
I’m his MOTHER. I’m supposed to notice the orange butt thing. What? Quit looking at me like that.