Up next: a busy two weeks

The weekend was good, thanks for asking. Or not. Whatevs.

He went to work, we went shopping, then we did more shopping. The weekend shopping involves two different stores, because one is cheaper but the other has a better produce and deli. We picked up everything we needed for this week’s dinners, and made a huge spread of finger foods for the game last night. Surprisingly, we put together the majority of everything in about 30 minutes. We almost never coordinate things that well.

I started today with the morning yoga. I’m determined to stick through my goal of doing some every morning, with a possible exception on the days when I work a later shift and can do a longer workout. I was having some back tightness on Saturday night and did some stretching, discovering I’ve gotten really bendy over just the last two weeks of morning yoga.

This week should be interesting. Least important, there’s a schedule change in the second half of the week that has my late shift on a different day, as well as a shitty pharmacist on Friday. I can handle those easily. Tomorrow, there’s some legal things going on. He’s not required to be at the meeting, so that’s one less thing to worry about. However, it’s still a bit nerve-wracking. I’m not sure if he even remembers that it’s happening tomorrow. Talking about what’s going on is difficult for him; he’s scared (rightfully so), and he doesn’t want to speculate on what could happen. Like me, he can get into those spirals of dark thoughts, and he doesn’t want to jump to conclusions about what the future holds.

Unfortunately, it’s something that we do need to talk about. It’ll be easier once we know more about what’s happening on the legal front. As much as I’ve been bitching about the fact next week will be crazy with two schedule changes for me, my doctor’s appointment, and his counseling session, I think the possibility of knowing a bit more about what’s happening with the case will be a good thing for us. We’ll know more about what the future might hold and can work from there.

It’s almost enough to make me tear my hair out, frankly.