Rob has a cold and has been laid out on the couch all day. He started complaining of a scratchy throat yesterday and spent most of the evening blowing his nose. I slept in the guest room last night so he could get some rest. Unfortunately, he slept about 3 hours. So today, I’ve played nurse, fetching him Thera-Flu and gatorade. He’s snoring for his 3rd nap of the day.
Poor Husband. I hate it when he’s sick.
I took a mental health day on Friday because I was really at the end of my rope. I slept until noon because I was so tired and a bit depressed. It seemed like a good idea to just stay in bed all day.
But Rob said no, let’s get out of town. I got dressed and we drove to Carmel. The sun was just over the horizon and we walked on the beach for over an hour. There were dogs and their owners all over, running, playing in the water, leisurely strolls after a long week of work. We talk often of owning a house on the coast, something small and cottage-y, where we can retire or relax for the weekend. I would love be close enough to the beach where we could walk every night, let the dog run and just reset.
We had dinner at a lovely dive on the wharf in Monterey. The food was amazing and we ate until we were stuffed. There’s nothing better than eating seafood at the coast because it’s super fresh and tasty. We drove home long after sunset and both of us slept like the dead. The best part? We still had an entire weekend ahead of us and Monday is a holiday.
My dad delivered the shelves for our built-in bookcase in the guest room. It looks wonderful in there now. We will stock the shelves today and get it all set up. I am so excited to have all that storage.
“I’m telling you, it’s a bruise.”
“I don’t remember banging my foot on anything – it could be necrotic tissue, caused by some obscure flesh eating disease that only three doctors in the world know anything about.”
“Dammit, it’s a bruise and you’re not watching any more House episodes – ” – *BANG* – “OH MY GOD – DID SHE JUST.. ??”
“Yep. Sure did.”
“Why’d she DO that?”
“Well, she’s had a hard path – see, him, after a long relationship full of sexual tension, he finally got with her, but then she couldn’t deal with it so like, the very next morning, she ran off to marry this other guy. That left him kind of floundering, so she kind of got him on the rebound and they got married. And it was a bad marriage. And now the last hope she’s been clinging to in life has been crushed in a radioactive crater. So this is her coming to the end of a bad road.”
“Oh. So her.. is she a.. ?”
“I don’t think she’s the last one. Something a lot more complicated is happening here.”
“This show gets darker with every episode.”
“Yeah. But that’s part of its charm.”
“You’re still done with House for a while.”
“That’s okay – Galactica’s back on.”
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