This morning I was thinking today is Black Sunday. It’s the last of our four days together. And what do we have to show for it? I think we’re feeling a little better. Lion keeps saying he’s better and then falls asleep again. I keep getting up to do things and then I crash again. We’ve been watching a lot of football. I’m thinking if we play our football game at all, it will be with modified rules. I don’t think Lion really wants to be zapped and I’m not sure how much I want to spank him. Perhaps we’ll save all the swats till the end of the game.
I guess I could really see tomorrow as Black Monday since we’re back to work. Yuck. I hate going back to work after an extended weekend. The five-day week will feel even longer. On the other hand, it does signal a return to normal. Maybe that’s what we need right now. We’ve been sick and sleeping a lot. Maybe being up and about will be good for us. It might even transfer into our sex life. Neither one of us has been thinking about that. It’s difficult to when you can’t stay awake or you’re hot and cold and hot again.
Maybe tonight I’ll have Lion choose from the Box O’Fun. I don’t know if we’ll feel up to doing anything, but it might jumpstart our thinking at least. Perhaps we’ll even feel like snuggling. That would be another step in the right direction.
We’re off to the store in a little while. We both need to pick up prescriptions. By now the craziness of the weekend should have died down. From now until the few days before Christmas, there will just be normal chaos. Is it wrong of me to be wishing it was Christmas already so I can have another few days off?