Transformation

Literally, my Saturday just flew by when I wasn't lookin'. I woke up - barely - with a headache. I managed to eat the breakfast my husband thoughtfully provided after my shower, but by noon, I was down for the count. I took a two-hour nap and woke - again, barely - with my headache intact. I went into the living room and stretched out on the couch, my head on Sarel's lap, and he rubbed my forehead and temples for me.

Can you believe how good he is to me?

And then, by the miracle of a few doses of Extra Strength Tylenol, I was able to join my husband and his employers for dinner at Longhorn Steakhouse.

Which was okay, even though I'm not supposed to be eating beef, or salad, because of these diagnostic tests I'm supposed to be taking for the anemia stuff. It was okay because I was able to make due, quite to my own pleasure, with a slab of salmon, a baked potato and a bit of shrimp & lobster corn chowder. (*yummm!*)

We were going to go see the 10:10pm showing of Cloverfield later on after dinner, but we went back home, and by 9 o'clock, I was again visiting the land of the sleeping. Poor Sarel got excited - he hasn't been able to leave the house much the last couple of weeks because he hurt his ankle - and didn't get to go to the movies.

" 'm sorry," I mumbled, wiping drool from his thigh, "Don' feel up to it."

Yeah, I know, I pretty much sound like a drunkard when I'm sleepy. It's cute and funny when I'm not being a bear.