Greetings, from the other side of the sick. I feel better than I did 24 hours ago. I felt mostly recovered by dinner time, and ate a little chicken sandwich and some fries. Since I hadn’t slept the entire day, I didn’t have trouble falling asleep when we went to bed.
I woke up around the time the alarm went off this morning, but dozed until Shawshank kissed me goodbye. Chaucer was very vocal this morning. I heard Shawshank telling him to hush, and he did- until Shawshank left. Sensing he had the house to himself, he started singing again. Second verse, same as the first. Not that I blame him, I do the same when I have the house to myself.
There are rumors our regular Friday restaurant might be closing permanently. They’ve been closed for the last two weeks because they had to choose whether to buy food or pay employees. I checked last night, and there have been no new posts on their Facebook page since the 8th. We’re lucky enough there are two places to choose from when it comes to Date Night. The other restaurant in town is a three minute walk from the house – less than that if Shawshank goes alone and gets the food to-go.
Since I’m feeling better, I plan to resume the normal bullshit that is my life. I have content scheduled to post on the spicy spots until the middle of next week, so I don’t need to worry about getting smutty until then. Shawshank‘s working a bunch of overtime for the next two weeks, leaving me plenty of solitude to do another photo shoot (or two) early in the week. I’ll use that to fill out half of March. I’ll probably play Just Dance this morning, then enjoy some spin time.
For now, I’ll get dressed and start moving.
