Just Because

I'm actually going to lunch in about ten minutes, but I thought I'd get started here anyway. I feel like I'm still recovering from Easter yesterday. We went out, since it's hard for the MIL to put together a meal that's up to her own standard -- she was very, very good at this kind of thing -- and we had a 3:30 seating. We left the restaurant around six, and then went back to their house, and actually didn't get to leave there until 8:00! There was traffic, and we didn't get home until just after 10:00, so I missed out on my usual hours of decompression before attempting to fall asleep. Which came to me after 1:00, I think, and then the alarm at 5:30. In between, I kept waking up and having crazy dreams. So I'm beat today.

I have next week off, and I'm starting to think about some things to do. On Wednesday, I have a haircut and a routine visit to Resnick (the GI doc), but generally I have no plans. The SnL, who is currently between work projects, suggested that maybe we hang out one day. Is he the sweetest thing or what? Every time he says something like that, I think, "Oh, and this lovely man is going to be the father of my grandchildren! Excellent!" I'm thinking of playing hooky this Friday, too, and calling in sick. Not that I need an extra day of vacation, I don't, but I have nothing scheduled and it will be a dull, incredibly long day and I'd just rather not be here.

The Hubs was just pumping crazy juice through his veins last night, both at dinner and on the ride home. He was otherwise most pleasant and conversational, but at one point at the table he said something about it being his goal never to buy another thing for himself for the rest of his life. I looked at him, and said "Tell that to your mother" who was sitting on his other side, so he did, and she said "What?" And he looked at the two of us, as if surprised that we should think this was odd. So I told him that his mother thinks that I am a saint on earth for a) marrying him and b) still being married to him for 32 years and counting, to which she agreed. On the way home, he said he would never give a dime to a doctor again as long as he lives. (Hasn't been to a doctor in 30 years, btw.) I should not set up my pension disbursement so that he continues to have medical coverage if I predecease him, it would be a waste of money. I can keep him covered while I'm alive, if it makes him happy. Sometimes I think I am the only thing that keeps him tethered to the earth, and if I go first, he'll happily become a hobo and live off the land and never see anyone he knows again. He is, to quote Paul Simon, a most peculiar man.

But I take happy pills, so I'm just fine with all of it. I'm not spaced out, either, I'm just way better at picking my battles than I used to be. In fact, I'm feeling pretty content right now. We have that big scary meeting after school, but some of it's been explained better to me, so I'm not as concerned for the jobs of certain people as I was. And I've already had two bottles of water today, that's 40 ounces, so one more to go and I'm good, although I'll probably have more than that.

Two minutes to the bell and I actually finished this!