A lot of the Hero's journey is just wandering around the wilderness. He makes a meal, travels for awhile and thinks about the fact his socks need to be washed. It's boring, mundane. It isn't the stuff of great fiction.
I chatted with Kelly this morning. We sit next to each other when I'm at work and we talk every day. It's weird not sliding my chair back and poking my head around the corner to pester her about something, and vice-versa.
Apparently, according to Kelly, I need to post even if it is only about what I ate for the day. She can't speak for everyone, but she gets a little antsy if I go a day or two without posting. I'm guessing Mom probably feels the same.
I slept until 10 this morning. I know, it sounds decadent. But there is a story here.
About 3 a.m. our phone shrilled beside the bed. Rob was out of bed and half-way down the hallway when I answered it (he forgot we had a phone in the bedroom, apparently). Some guy had been chatting online with someone and decided to call her. He seemed quite surprised when he asked what I was doing and I said "sleeping". It didn't take long to figure out it was a wrong number. It took much longer for Rob to fall back to sleep. The rude awakening triggered a bout of insomnia. He came back to bed around 4:30. Needless to say when the alarm went off the animals and I decided we'd sleep longer.
I received a card from Mark yesterday. Thanks, it made me smile as I'm sure you knew it would.
I've noticed one particular side-effect I'm not enjoying. My sense of smell seems to be enhanced or distorted or something. I can't eat my favorite cereal because it smells off. I love Mueslix, but now all the grains smell like they've soured. I'm afraid I'm going to have to take Cole somewhere and bathe him, and I had to change my bedding this morning (it smelled doggy). When I made oatmeal cookies the other day I thought the oats smelled funny too.
I've even stopped drinking coffee, because I don't like the scent. I love coffee. But if it doesn't smell right, it doesn't taste right. Not drinking coffee may be the most devastating side-effect yet.
No morning coffee! That is a hard one to swallow (aw jeez, sorry...bad, bad pun). When I was preggers with Samantha, coffee tasted funny to me and I stopped drinking my morning fixer upper. I switched to hot chocolate (which now I detest...go figure). Maybe you could try that??? Or a flavored tea perhaps...Mark is totally into Earl Grey. That's all he drinks at home.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Kelly about posting everyday. I start to wonder myself if there isn't an update on here. I mean, Sue....this isn't all about you. You have your family & friends to consider...LOL
Love you sweetie!
In my own defense, the bedroom phone is cordless, and the handset is often elsewhere or dead. And for someone with an 86-year-old father recovering from major surgery, a 3am phone call is cause for concern. To quote Margo Timmins, good news always sleeps til noon. :) - Rob
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome for the card - glad you liked it. Mueslix? I bet if you try some good ol' sausage gravy and biscuits, you will feel better! Take care, I know you will...Mark
ReplyDeleteI agree about the posting very day thing... I check daily and have to admit I feel down if there is not something new to read. See what you have started sweet cuz?? Luv ya!
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