That "be careful what you wish for" thing is visting me ths weekend, presumably
courtesy of Murphy and his Law.....
Remeber how I was talking last
weekend about needing some relaxing downtime? Oops. I knew it was going to be a
fairly boring weekend, given that the most exciting thing I had planned was food
shopping. Also, Rudder's had a cold for the past few days. What I didn't know
until I got home yesterday was that he was actually sick enough to stay home from
work all day, which for my workaholic husband is unusual. (I did try calling him
at home when I couldn't get him at work, just in case, but he's entirely capable
of sleeping through a ringing phone.) I knew it was pretty bad when he and She-
Hulk came in after only two laps Wednesday and then he actually skipped workouts
on both Thursday and Friday. (He would have anyway on Friday due to the rain, but
he'd actually plan to ski; in advance. And normally he'd have erged.) He was
apparently comatose for much of the day. We had about five minutes' conversation
in which he informed me I should sleep in the spare room, I brought him some
chicken soup, and that was about it. (Sleeping in the other room was definitely a
good decision. The rooms are not even contiguous, and I still had to wear
earplugs to sleep through his coughing.)
He's been a bit better
today, but not well enough to do more than shift between bed and sofa. At least
he was able to eat the chili I made for dinner and to help me unpack groceries.
Barely. So I am getting a hyperquiet weekend, having done nothing more than read,
stitch, and visit the supermarket. Now I remember why I don't do this much. I'm
sure I'll feel better for it during the week. I hope Rudder also feels better
soon. The weather is also cooperating by being wonderfully gray and cool -- with
luck it'll rain again. We'll take all the moisture we can get, out here.