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Monday, October 12, 2015

Calling It Quits...Not...

I’m mucho better! Stayed in bed from Wednesday night until Sunday morning. My Sweet Hubby (MSH) was an excellent nurse. As always. I did do three loads of laundry on Saturday afternoon. And I did get up to eat a few bites of bland nourishment off and on. I watched two Hallmark Hall of Fame movies and a movie called “The Longest Ride.” Drew had recommended this movie. It stars Clint Eastwood’s son, Scott. Yowzer. That’s all I’ll say. No, let me repeat: YOWZER.  He's quite gorgeous. The story is  from the Nicholas Sparks’ book of the same name. Yes. I cried. Buckets. I also watched some shows I’d left on our DVR for months. It felt good to get my Playlist in better shape. When my foggy brain couldn't watch another minute of television, I read on my book I'm loving: Ten Beach Road. By Wendy Wax. (TLC had gifted me with another book she wrote entitled: While We Were Watching Downton Abbey. Adored it. Had to start another one written by her.) I dragged myself to the fridge quite often to get bottles of water.

Speaking of water, I confess (as I have many times before): I am HORRIBLE about drinking agua. Y’all remember this. I have to force myself to do it. I haven’t had a Diet Dew in five days! And I’ve only had one Vanilla Coke Zero (VCZ), from the Sonic, in the same five days. That was Sunday afternoon. MSH and I went to Granbury for a few groceries and lunch. I had a big bottle of water at lunch. I decided to take a chance and see what would happen if I splurged and had a VCZ. I’m not supposed to have caffeine. Or chocolate. Or sugar. Or meat. Or any of the food/drinks I crave/want/need. Normally, I have a Sonic VCZ about 4-5 times a week. Then, at home, I have 2-3 bottles (the small ones, okay TLC?) of Coke Zero per day. Yep. I’m TERRIBLE about drinking water. What else can I say? I’m going to do my very best to cut way, way down on the bad stuff. (MSH calls my VCZes my “wine.” Teeheehee.  I have a glass of actual wine about every six weeks to two months. MSH has his—actual—wine two to three nights a week. Doctor's orders. Winky. Wink.)

So today I had a list of four things I wanted to accomplish: three loads of laundry; clean our master bathroom vanities; vacuum our bedroom (not the entire house—nope); and “Shark” all of our tile floors (that’s three bathrooms, the utility room/pantry and the kitchen). The Sharking was going to be optional—depending on how I was feeling.

Here’s what I've done: The three loads of laundry. And I vacuumed our bedroom. That’s it.

BECAUSE…on Sunday afternoon MSH and I tried to put hundreds of pictures and videos, that had been transferred to my desktop computer from my iPhone, onto a couple of flash drives. We could not figure it out. We’d just done this six weeks ago with his phone and we could NOT remember how we did it. Geezers/Geezettes apparently have endless memory issues. We had to stop—it was getting too frustrating and we were both about to say things we shouldn’t say. Not aloud. Not to each other. We wisely called it quits. Then late this morning, MSH decided to try again. Without moi. He figured it out. He didn’t, however, want to be the one stuck at the computer for a few hours—if it took that long. Therefore, that’s what I’ve been doing all afternoon.

I got it accomplished. Yippee and WOO HOO! Now I’m pooped. Time to go to the couch and watch the news’ programs we watch, as a couple, each afternoon. (We like to stay informed.)

I’ll do better manana. I’m sure I will. That's the thing about housework...it's never, ever, EVER ending.

I’m wishing each of you a WONDERFUL week! I’ll be back in touch ASAP…

ttfn...ta-tafornow...