I am vertical. For the first time in almost a week, I am dressed and out of the house. How long it will last, I have no idea. My “office mother” has threatened to send me home if I do too much. And yet another of my coworkers has fallen to this Black Death thing. I am feeling better, but not all the way yet. That will take time. Lion is also at work. He says he is beginning to feel the stirrings of normalcy again. I’m hoping tonight we can at least snuggle. I doubt we’ll feel like playing, but snuggling is a start. We’ll see how it goes.
Being in charge is not something that has been in the forefront of my mind for the past few days. Making any decision other than whether or not I can make it to the kitchen for a drink without falling over, seemed too taxing. Asking me what I wanted for dinner was likely to elicit a request for cyanide. But we are on the mend now. I am having delusions of deciding what’s for dinner and maybe actually making it. Maybe that’s the optimism of being vertical.
Lion has already reminded me it’s punishment night. So far he has nothing on his list. I suspended all rules the other day since neither of us was in any shape to follow or follow up on any rule. Unless he does something today, he will be punishment free. Depending on how we feel later, I may reinstate all rules. We need to get back on track. It may help us feel better. The past few days have proven you can’t keep good Lions down.