Bright side - there is one extremely clean bathroom in my house right now.
In addition, Larry seems to have brought some weird virus home from his travels - part head cold, part sore throat, part just make you feel like you can't move around much. After pushing through the work week, he's been sitting around like an old man all weekend, blanket over his legs, sipping his tea and obsessing over events in Ukraine (the guy was a Soviet Studies major, way back when there was a Soviet Union). Since he has generously shared this virus with me, I've been having to lie on the couch to recover after going up the stairs. It's like a weird glimpse of our lives 25 years from now.
|Larry actually knows where this is, unlike the rest of us.|
Excuse me, did I say Larry was SIPPING his tea? Wrong word - he slurps it. Tell me - how can I have been married to someone for 23 years and only now realize that he slurps (LOUDLY) his morning coffee and his occasional cup of tea? Oh, my Lord, one of these days I'm going to snap, and he is going to sit there wondering why there is a cup of hot liquid dumped upside down on his head.
But the sun is out today, which reassures me that someday we may move beyond this season of colds and viruses and getting on each other's nerves. I spent half the afternoon hanging around outside, enjoying the sunshine and talking to the neighbors. And probably infecting them with whatever plague we are incubating in our house, come to think of it...
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