The past few days have been busy. I’m glad it’s Monday. For those of us in stay-at-home land, this means less running.
It rained during the night. Complete with thunder and lightning. I slept with the window open. I couldn’t bring myself to close it, even though I know that lightning can strike through open windows. I’m sure Ian will lecture me for it, so save your reprimands, Mom.
I’m so excited: We might have a visitor next Sunday. Jon might be driving up to Elgin to see the kids, and even though his stay will be short, it doesn’t happen very often. He called me on his way to work at the hospital. He is on call all night tonight, and though dreading it, he says his consolation is that he hooked up his Xbox in the call room, so he can play that when he’s not busy. Does this inspire confidence in our doctors? “Let me call in the radiologist. He’s playing Nightfire in the other room.” (Just kidding, Jon.)
And it seems that my body has regressed back to that of a two year old, as I’ve been having earaches. What the?!?!?! It got so uncomfortable that I stayed home last night, rather than go with David and the kids over to the Spiekers for pizza and good company with L and J and Marv and Helen. Next week I’ll probably have to get tubes in my ears. (Although, the absolute SILENCE I experienced at home alone did probably more for me than morphine. It was wonderful.)
I am full of nothing today, I realize that. My utmost apologies. I’m breaking the first rule of blogging: don’t blog if you haven’t something to say. I suppose I’m just delaying the mountain of laundry that needs my attention.
I’m going to continue with The Female Problem soon. I’m trying to track down something I recall reading that I want to add, and I haven’t been successful. Please stay tuned.