I worked on my new website and finalized the details of my newly designed blog (to make its debut in February).
He slept.
I had a photo shoot…. with Chili.
He woke up mid-day after working the night shift and settled in to our comfy chair and a half to catch up on the weeks of missed football.
I IM’ed with my sister.
He asked me to put my computer away.
I watched nervously as the Vols went from being up by 15 points to losing in overtime. I bit all my nails off.
He yelled at the TV, spatting out dozens of questions as if the players, coach and refs were actually going to answer.
I retired to bed early so that I could read.
He came in a bit later and read the new Time from cover to cover.
I asked him what sleep apnea was.
He explained.
I told him he had it.
He denied it.
I laid my head on his chest and listened to his heart beat as he drifted off to sleep. I yelled him awake explaining to him that his breathing was much too labored and I was for certain he was stricken with sleep apnea.
He got mad at me because I frightened him.
We laughed.
I woke up this morning just in time for coffee with a friend.
He stayed smart and decided to enjoy his wintry day off in a cozy, warm home.
We looked at each other and simultaneously felt guilty.
We took Chili for a walk.
We talked to some of our best friends who were also spending the day at home on speaker phone.
He told a joke.
We all laughed.
He suggested we go to the gym.
I suggested we not.
He suggested we go to the gym quickly so that we could be done with it.
I surrendered.
I trudged along on the elliptical machine and thought about food.
We ran to Best Buy so that I could drop another $100 on business stuff (does running every business cost so much?!).
I spotted a Sonic.
We ordered two lemon-berry slushes.
I smelled burger.
He pulled around to the window.
I demanded we add on a burger.
We split the most delicious burger I’ve ever had.
I watched TV.
He did the laundry AND made dinner (he insisted!).
I told him that I felt weird just sitting there and that I’m not sure if I’d had so much house help in the time we’ve been in Cinci.
He laughed and then called me a liar.
We ate a delicious dinner.
He cleaned (he insisted!).
I wrote a post on my blog.
He felt good about himself.
I felt loved.
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