Evidence that I'm feeling under the weather:
- There's a beverage bar at my side: a cup of coffee, a half-full can of Fresca, and a just- started bottle of water.
- I have two boxes of tissue within reach: one plain, one with lotion.
- It's 2:00 on a weekend afternoon and I haven't logged onto Plurk yet. No energy.
- The floor is a mess with stuffing from the footstool cushion (rascally rabbit), and I don't care.
- One hearing aid is out because the ear is so fluid-filled it hurts.
- I'm curled up on the couch next to a vaporizer, and I actually watched a cooking show. Now I know some new tricks for cracking and separating eggs: if and when I get the energy to cook or bake.
- I haven't opened my schoolbag to take out the spelling tests or other goodies I have in it. If I rest enough today, maybe tomorrow.
- It's snowing heavily outside, and I don't really care. As long as I don't have to go out, all is well.
Evidence that Husband is a tolerant soul in the face of illness:
- He cleaned the rascally rabbit's litter box - without being asked.
- He brought out the perfect blanket so I could make myself at home on the couch.
- He bought me a box of tissue with lotion. He hates tissue with lotion. This is purely for me.
- He carried all the laundry baskets down to the basement. He knows he'll probably have to carry them back upstairs. With my complete lack of energy, folding is as far as I'll go.
- He is willing to go to a hockey game with Amigo and leave me home. It's Teddy Bear Toss time, and they'll have a blast, but it is more fun with all three of us. I'm sure they'll come home with stories for me -- if I'm awake, that is.
Labels: family life, pandemic ahead