gripe about say. Little time.
Still sick. Yuck.
Wednesday = blur. Husband called.
“Honey…help! Come get me. Back went out. Can’t walk. Stuck on a lunch counter stool.”
No fever delirium. I heard correctly.
Wrapped up. Drove to restaurant.
Message to two waitresses and one frequent diner: thank you for helping me get my husband into the car.
Drove home. Husband crawls on all fours to get into house.
Thrown-out back trumps a cold. Time to buck-up.
Him: doctor visit, steroids, muscle relaxer, pain medication. Me: zinc, Vitamin C, lots of tea, tissue with lotion (Ahhh…)
Him: off in dreamland. Me: winner of Wife of the Year award (I, I….I have so many people to thank!)
No writing; no reading. No energy. No time.
Friday = Thank God it’s….
Back in full swing on Monday. All will be well with the world again.
Let it be so.
C U then.