Well, how was your day?
I must be on the mend. It is only in the last little while that I am coughing a lot again. I have taken no medication today, either. Not even a cough drop.
Of course, when I do cough, sometimes thing come up. Literally. Nothing has moved yet, but I keep expecting that to happen.
Didn't do a whole lot today. We are up to episode 8 of season 4 of "Outlander". The show gets more compelling by the week. The producers do little discussions at the end of most episodes. They are alluding more and more to diverging from the books. I am increasingly getting the feeling that watching the show and reading the books would result in significantly different storylines. I almost want to find out. Almost.
It has been a while since I told the story. It bears repeating.
Back in my university days, I took a course in Fantasy. It alternated with a Science Fiction course. The professor had a near obsession with all things King Arthur, so we had to read several such books, and I think I still own them. But we also had to read the Lord of the Rings trilogy.
My. Goodness.
People have been reading LotR for decades and love the series. They re-read them for goodness sake. They hang on the characters and their motivation. They see insights and parallels and metaphors and similes and who knows what else. I just know that the series was a colossal slog for me. Painful. Monotonous. Boring in a way I cannot describe with polite words. I had to buy a book that reminded me of who the characters were and how they fit in the storyline. A few other students in the class agreed with me. Most of them loved the series. I think that even one student, Josh Arnold, now a judge in this province, liked the series.
I will never forget the time I wrote a quiz, much of whose material came from that series. I got a poor mark. The professor helpfully suggested I re-read the series.
Ten or so years later, at science fiction convention somewhere in the Valley (it wasn't Wolfcon, but some other convention, and I cannot recall just where it was), that professor was there. The author who showed up for the con was C.J. Cherryh, a noted fantasy author. We both asked her some questions. He mentioned LotR and how he was sympathetic to the fact that so many people just didn't "get" it. I heartily agreed with him. Afterward the professor spoke to me. He didn't remember me, of course; but I told him about that quiz and his comment and how I was not a violent man but there was no way in hell I was going to read that series again.
Ever since then, all these years later, I have been reticent to read any fantasy-based series, or much fantasy at all, for that matter. We have the first five "Game of Thrones" books here at Casa Bevboy. I bought for Patricia the first... 10 I think it is, volumes in Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time series. There are only four more, so I should get them. Oh, and a few prequel novels, apparently. I managed to make my way through the first volume in the never ending "Gunslinger" series by Stephen King, but it put me in a stupor. And then there is the "Outlander" series by Diana Gabaldan, who I am sure is a very nice person.
The point is, reading LotR scarred me for life. It was such a painful reading experience for me that any huge, sprawling book series is so off putting to me that I cannot conceive of reading it. I might have a perfectly good time and fall under the thrall of any of these series, but I am too psychically damaged by that long-ago experience that I cannot for the life of me imagine picking up any other one and giving it a try.
And... now you know.
Time to go to bed. Back to the grindstone.
See you then.
Bevboy
Sunday, January 27, 2019
Saturday, January 26, 2019
Post 3832 - Yes! Still Alive!
Pretty much says it all. I have been going to work, but that's about it. Worked on Friday. Went to bed at eight pm.
Got up around 12 hours later. Decided to treat Patricia and me to the breakfast buffet at the Athens Restaurant on Quinpool Road. We got there around 10:45 or something like that, only to discover that they changed their menu recently and dropped the buffet. "Too much food waste. It's gone for good", our server gruffly told us when we asked.
We stayed, of course. We were starving. Patricia had the salmon eggs benny. She reported that there was very little salmon in it. I had the big breakfast: 3 eggs and three kinds of meat, with toast and hashbrowns. It was all right.
Afterward, we drove around a bit. I wanted to find the house where Michael Resk lived at the time of his death. But Halifax changed many of its civic addresses around 1960, and I did not have the new number. I do now...
For those who don't know, Michael Resk was murdered in December of 1955. His death remains unsolved, all these years later. I have found some information about the murder that hasn't been reported in decades. The article that I did and which was published in Frank a couple of years ago yielded a phone call from a woman who told me that he had been killed by a Halifax police officer who was having an affair with the same woman Resk was having an affair with. The cop's son remains active in city affairs to this day. According to this woman, at least. I have my own theories. It is a confounding, even an exasperating, mystery, one which will likely never be solved. Not after all these years.
Anyway, from there we went to the Salvation Army thrift store on Strawberry Hill. Patricia got a few items. I had some books in my hand and... put them back! I bought nothing.
We returned home. I tried to nap but could not. Got up and we watched some tv. Ate a late dinner around 8:30. Watched some "Outlander". Decided to turn in for the evening.
The cough still lingers, like a dude at a party who doesn't realize the party is over and can't take a hint. I have coughing jags which remind me of the ones I had when I first got sick three weeks ago. I am almost impressed by this cold or flu's ability to hang on. Just wish it were someone else who had it.
I am going to turn in. Been awake 15 hours, which is nearly a record for me these days.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Got up around 12 hours later. Decided to treat Patricia and me to the breakfast buffet at the Athens Restaurant on Quinpool Road. We got there around 10:45 or something like that, only to discover that they changed their menu recently and dropped the buffet. "Too much food waste. It's gone for good", our server gruffly told us when we asked.
We stayed, of course. We were starving. Patricia had the salmon eggs benny. She reported that there was very little salmon in it. I had the big breakfast: 3 eggs and three kinds of meat, with toast and hashbrowns. It was all right.
Afterward, we drove around a bit. I wanted to find the house where Michael Resk lived at the time of his death. But Halifax changed many of its civic addresses around 1960, and I did not have the new number. I do now...
For those who don't know, Michael Resk was murdered in December of 1955. His death remains unsolved, all these years later. I have found some information about the murder that hasn't been reported in decades. The article that I did and which was published in Frank a couple of years ago yielded a phone call from a woman who told me that he had been killed by a Halifax police officer who was having an affair with the same woman Resk was having an affair with. The cop's son remains active in city affairs to this day. According to this woman, at least. I have my own theories. It is a confounding, even an exasperating, mystery, one which will likely never be solved. Not after all these years.
Anyway, from there we went to the Salvation Army thrift store on Strawberry Hill. Patricia got a few items. I had some books in my hand and... put them back! I bought nothing.
We returned home. I tried to nap but could not. Got up and we watched some tv. Ate a late dinner around 8:30. Watched some "Outlander". Decided to turn in for the evening.
The cough still lingers, like a dude at a party who doesn't realize the party is over and can't take a hint. I have coughing jags which remind me of the ones I had when I first got sick three weeks ago. I am almost impressed by this cold or flu's ability to hang on. Just wish it were someone else who had it.
I am going to turn in. Been awake 15 hours, which is nearly a record for me these days.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Thursday, January 24, 2019
Post 3831 - Sorry for Not Writing!
So, it is three days later. Or four. I forget which...
I am working every day, but crashing hard at night. Wednesday night, I went to bed at 6:30 and barely got up again before 6 this morning.
It is now nearly 10pm. I feel that I will be paying the price for being up so darned late, tomorrow.
Can't wait to shake this cough/cold/flu/demon possession.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
I am working every day, but crashing hard at night. Wednesday night, I went to bed at 6:30 and barely got up again before 6 this morning.
It is now nearly 10pm. I feel that I will be paying the price for being up so darned late, tomorrow.
Can't wait to shake this cough/cold/flu/demon possession.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Monday, January 21, 2019
Post 3830 - A Day Later...
So, the cough is still persisting. I went to work and sucked on several Fisherman's Friends. After they thanked me, I felt better.
Oh, wait.
Yeah. The cough drops.
They helped a bit.
I had a coughing jag around lunch time. I found where I was sitting to be very warm and very dry and it made my throat itch, and therefore caused coughing. The cough drops helped.
After dinner, we drove home. Patricia is figuring out more and more about the Instant Pot. She used it to cook a roast beef dinner. It took a couple of hours to prepare and cook, but it was worth it. Succulent beef. We both had second helpings. There may be enough for our lunches tomorrow but I am not a betting bevboy so I cannot be sure.
My coughing continued all evening. I just took a cough suppressant the doc on Saturday prescribed me. Just a few minutes later the coughing is gone, at least for now.
Calling this blog post short. I need as much rest as I can get so I can return to work tomorrow.
See you then.
Bevboy
Oh, wait.
Yeah. The cough drops.
They helped a bit.
I had a coughing jag around lunch time. I found where I was sitting to be very warm and very dry and it made my throat itch, and therefore caused coughing. The cough drops helped.
After dinner, we drove home. Patricia is figuring out more and more about the Instant Pot. She used it to cook a roast beef dinner. It took a couple of hours to prepare and cook, but it was worth it. Succulent beef. We both had second helpings. There may be enough for our lunches tomorrow but I am not a betting bevboy so I cannot be sure.
My coughing continued all evening. I just took a cough suppressant the doc on Saturday prescribed me. Just a few minutes later the coughing is gone, at least for now.
Calling this blog post short. I need as much rest as I can get so I can return to work tomorrow.
See you then.
Bevboy
Sunday, January 20, 2019
Post 3829 - Thirteen Days Later...
Hello again. Did you miss me?
I was sick, down for the count, for more than a week. As per my policy, which I have told you about before, when I am sick, and take time off work, I do not post on the blog.
I was off from January 8th until last Wednesday. The first few days were pretty rough. I had some kind of flu, but not the kind that caused vomiting or the trots. This one made me feel miserable in other ways. A nearly non-stop cough, only now beginning to subside. Fever. Aches. And nightmares the likes of which I cannot recall experiencing at any other time in my life. Disturbing nightmares, one of which was so disturbing I do not want to share it with you. But I still cannot get it out of my mind.
Another nightmare involved a package I had to keep for my work, no matter what. I didn't know what was in it, and I resisted all efforts to have someone take it from me.
I slept when I wasn't coughing. I barely ate for days. Even today I had a fairly big dinner, but I have consumed far more food at one meal than I did today. The first two days I was sick, all I could eat was a bowl of Rice Krispies.
I went to my doctor on day three. Managed to conserve and preserve my strength so I could drive to see him. He prescribed some cough suppressant that was a narcotic, actually. I only used the last of it less than an hour ago. On the way home, I stopped off at the Dairy Queen in Bayer's Lake and had a banana split. The ice cream soothed my sore throat.
My earned day off was that Friday. Patricia worked from home, went to her own doctor and picked up the prescription I just told you about. Returned home hours later and found me in much the same position.
The first weekend, I pretty much rested and did very little. Did more of the same on Monday and Tuesday. Patricia threatened to hide the car keys if I returned to work on Monday and gave me a dirty look about returning on Tuesday.
I ventured back to work on Wednesday, still coughing and hacking and sounding like nothing human. That night, other than the 45 minutes or so I spent writing a brief article for Frank Magazine, I was resting. Thursday, I was at work, but pretty much slept that night away, too. Friday, Patricia convinced me to work from home in the afternoon. My boss kindly let me do that.
Saturday, yesterday, I asked Patricia to take me to a walk-in clinic. But the one in Tantallon is closed on Saturdays in the Winter. So is the one in Hammonds Plains. We heard about one open in Clayton Park, on Lacewood, so we hied ourselves there. We went to the wrong one, I think; but it had a walk-in clinic, too, and it was open, so we went there. I have to say that they worked quickly and efficiently. We were in and out of there in maybe 45 minutes. That doctor prescribed me another cough suppressant. We got the prescription filled, but I hope I don't need it.
Today, I slept in, like I have been. Coughing up a lung from time to time. Prepared a roast beef dinner, representing the most I have eaten at one meal in a couple of weeks. I think I am on the mend, finally!
I would not wish this flu on anybody, anytime, ever. These past two weeks have been miserable for me, must miserable. Even now, I tire easily. I am still coughing too much. I am still off my feed.
But I feel like me again, finally.
I plan to get back to regular blogging again, as soon as tomorrow.
But for now, I think I will turn in. I still need my beauty coma.
See you tomorrow, my lovelies. I have missed all 4.7 of you. Have you, me?
Bevboy
I was sick, down for the count, for more than a week. As per my policy, which I have told you about before, when I am sick, and take time off work, I do not post on the blog.
I was off from January 8th until last Wednesday. The first few days were pretty rough. I had some kind of flu, but not the kind that caused vomiting or the trots. This one made me feel miserable in other ways. A nearly non-stop cough, only now beginning to subside. Fever. Aches. And nightmares the likes of which I cannot recall experiencing at any other time in my life. Disturbing nightmares, one of which was so disturbing I do not want to share it with you. But I still cannot get it out of my mind.
Another nightmare involved a package I had to keep for my work, no matter what. I didn't know what was in it, and I resisted all efforts to have someone take it from me.
I slept when I wasn't coughing. I barely ate for days. Even today I had a fairly big dinner, but I have consumed far more food at one meal than I did today. The first two days I was sick, all I could eat was a bowl of Rice Krispies.
I went to my doctor on day three. Managed to conserve and preserve my strength so I could drive to see him. He prescribed some cough suppressant that was a narcotic, actually. I only used the last of it less than an hour ago. On the way home, I stopped off at the Dairy Queen in Bayer's Lake and had a banana split. The ice cream soothed my sore throat.
My earned day off was that Friday. Patricia worked from home, went to her own doctor and picked up the prescription I just told you about. Returned home hours later and found me in much the same position.
The first weekend, I pretty much rested and did very little. Did more of the same on Monday and Tuesday. Patricia threatened to hide the car keys if I returned to work on Monday and gave me a dirty look about returning on Tuesday.
I ventured back to work on Wednesday, still coughing and hacking and sounding like nothing human. That night, other than the 45 minutes or so I spent writing a brief article for Frank Magazine, I was resting. Thursday, I was at work, but pretty much slept that night away, too. Friday, Patricia convinced me to work from home in the afternoon. My boss kindly let me do that.
Saturday, yesterday, I asked Patricia to take me to a walk-in clinic. But the one in Tantallon is closed on Saturdays in the Winter. So is the one in Hammonds Plains. We heard about one open in Clayton Park, on Lacewood, so we hied ourselves there. We went to the wrong one, I think; but it had a walk-in clinic, too, and it was open, so we went there. I have to say that they worked quickly and efficiently. We were in and out of there in maybe 45 minutes. That doctor prescribed me another cough suppressant. We got the prescription filled, but I hope I don't need it.
Today, I slept in, like I have been. Coughing up a lung from time to time. Prepared a roast beef dinner, representing the most I have eaten at one meal in a couple of weeks. I think I am on the mend, finally!
I would not wish this flu on anybody, anytime, ever. These past two weeks have been miserable for me, must miserable. Even now, I tire easily. I am still coughing too much. I am still off my feed.
But I feel like me again, finally.
I plan to get back to regular blogging again, as soon as tomorrow.
But for now, I think I will turn in. I still need my beauty coma.
See you tomorrow, my lovelies. I have missed all 4.7 of you. Have you, me?
Bevboy
Monday, January 7, 2019
Post 3828 - Kill Me Now!
At work today started coughing and sneezing again. By the end of the work day, my throat was sore and I was exhausted.
Slept most of the night away. Got up just now and had a sandwich and a couple of cookies. Patricia is preparing me a lemon drink. After I have consumed it, it is back to bed.
Christmas colds, I hate you!
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Slept most of the night away. Got up just now and had a sandwich and a couple of cookies. Patricia is preparing me a lemon drink. After I have consumed it, it is back to bed.
Christmas colds, I hate you!
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Sunday, January 6, 2019
Post 3827 - Sunday Night...
Hello again, my lovelies.
Wow. Where did the day go? I slept in until 10, but I was awake until 2 or so. I was so keyed up after the work I did Saturday night that I could not rest. I got up and puttered around for several hours before we both realized we had nothing prepared for dinner so I got some burgers at the Wendy's in Bayer's Lake. While there, hovering over the payment terminal by the cash, a family walked in and stood right behind me, as if they wanted to see what my pin # was. I have no idea why they were encroaching so much. I hate not having personal space. Grr!
Drove home, half ticked off, and we ate our burgers. Patricia was watching "Pretty Woman" on one of those specialty channels that present content contrary to what they promised to the CRTC when they were lobbying for the channel in the first place, so I watched the news downstairs. Around 6:45 my eyes grew heavy and my sight grew dim, so I took a nap, only waking up in the last 15 minutes or so.
While I was asleep Patricia was puttering in her new home office, temporarily moving some stuff to be thrown out or donated in the coming days, and vacuuming and putting up some flowers she had bought herself yesterday at Superstore. That home office, when it is to her liking, will be a real she-room, one where I will feel uncomfortable, and which I shall seldom visit. Probably her plan all along.
A weekend is behind us. It is back to the grindstone in the morning. But we got some stuff done this weekend, so we can put a couple notches in the winning category.
See you tomorrow, my hearties.
Bevboy
Wow. Where did the day go? I slept in until 10, but I was awake until 2 or so. I was so keyed up after the work I did Saturday night that I could not rest. I got up and puttered around for several hours before we both realized we had nothing prepared for dinner so I got some burgers at the Wendy's in Bayer's Lake. While there, hovering over the payment terminal by the cash, a family walked in and stood right behind me, as if they wanted to see what my pin # was. I have no idea why they were encroaching so much. I hate not having personal space. Grr!
Drove home, half ticked off, and we ate our burgers. Patricia was watching "Pretty Woman" on one of those specialty channels that present content contrary to what they promised to the CRTC when they were lobbying for the channel in the first place, so I watched the news downstairs. Around 6:45 my eyes grew heavy and my sight grew dim, so I took a nap, only waking up in the last 15 minutes or so.
While I was asleep Patricia was puttering in her new home office, temporarily moving some stuff to be thrown out or donated in the coming days, and vacuuming and putting up some flowers she had bought herself yesterday at Superstore. That home office, when it is to her liking, will be a real she-room, one where I will feel uncomfortable, and which I shall seldom visit. Probably her plan all along.
A weekend is behind us. It is back to the grindstone in the morning. But we got some stuff done this weekend, so we can put a couple notches in the winning category.
See you tomorrow, my hearties.
Bevboy
Saturday, January 5, 2019
Post 3826 - Ugh!
Long day. Plenty of work. Quite a bit done.
We both slept in something fierce. Went to Tantallon for brunch. Hung out at Otis & Clementine's for a spell. For once I bought not one book, but Patricia got a couple. Shocking!
Went to Superstore to get some provisions, and returned home, around... 4:45 or so.
After we got home I puttered for a few minutes before going upstairs to the small bedroom. I was determined to make it into a home office for Patricia.
It took hours. Moving stuff to the middle bedroom took a long time. Moving the mattress and boxspring took a while, too. Cleaned out the small bedroom except for the bedframe, which we had discussed we would take apart on Sunday.
Nope. Changed my mind.
9:45 tonight I grabbed a set of wrenches from the place where we store some tools and took them upstairs. Took a few minutes to find the correct wrench and used it to unscrew the massive bolts holding the bed frame together. Took about 90 minutes to do that. Rested the pieces of the bedframe against the wall.
Then, I took the computer desk that I had brought up from the Valley last summer, and which earlier this evening I had pulled out of the middle bedroom, and proceeded to re-assemble it. The only tricky part was the "arm" of the desk, which has to align with the holes perfectly or it will not go together. But shortly before midnight, it was done.
I called Patricia upstairs. She had no idea that I would finish the job tonight. But, she was thrilled that she finally has a home office. She is appalled at the state of the middle bedroom, which looks like a war zone, but we will work on that in the coming days.
I am beat. I am exhausted. I need some sleep, toot sweet. But I love that I accomplished this job in one evening. Somewhere, my father is smiling at me, happy that I finally figured out how to use the enclosed end of a wrench.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
We both slept in something fierce. Went to Tantallon for brunch. Hung out at Otis & Clementine's for a spell. For once I bought not one book, but Patricia got a couple. Shocking!
Went to Superstore to get some provisions, and returned home, around... 4:45 or so.
After we got home I puttered for a few minutes before going upstairs to the small bedroom. I was determined to make it into a home office for Patricia.
It took hours. Moving stuff to the middle bedroom took a long time. Moving the mattress and boxspring took a while, too. Cleaned out the small bedroom except for the bedframe, which we had discussed we would take apart on Sunday.
Nope. Changed my mind.
9:45 tonight I grabbed a set of wrenches from the place where we store some tools and took them upstairs. Took a few minutes to find the correct wrench and used it to unscrew the massive bolts holding the bed frame together. Took about 90 minutes to do that. Rested the pieces of the bedframe against the wall.
Then, I took the computer desk that I had brought up from the Valley last summer, and which earlier this evening I had pulled out of the middle bedroom, and proceeded to re-assemble it. The only tricky part was the "arm" of the desk, which has to align with the holes perfectly or it will not go together. But shortly before midnight, it was done.
I called Patricia upstairs. She had no idea that I would finish the job tonight. But, she was thrilled that she finally has a home office. She is appalled at the state of the middle bedroom, which looks like a war zone, but we will work on that in the coming days.
I am beat. I am exhausted. I need some sleep, toot sweet. But I love that I accomplished this job in one evening. Somewhere, my father is smiling at me, happy that I finally figured out how to use the enclosed end of a wrench.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Friday, January 4, 2019
Post 3825 - Friday Night, Already?
Yeah, the title pretty much says it all.
Patricia returned to work this morning, but by 11:15, her director was telling her to go home for the rest of the day. I drove her home and worked at home for the balance of the day.
We are both on the mend. Thank goodness for that.
If I have the strength, I will tackle the small bedroom upstairs in the morning. I have been promising to turn it into a home office/work area for Patricia. A few months ago, I brought back from the Valley, a well-used computer desk, partially disassembled. Once the room is cleaned out, I will move the desk in there and reassemble it. I think it will be a very nice work area for her, and she has been more than patient with me to get it ready for her.
I think I will turn so I can get up comparatively early and get that work done.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Patricia returned to work this morning, but by 11:15, her director was telling her to go home for the rest of the day. I drove her home and worked at home for the balance of the day.
We are both on the mend. Thank goodness for that.
If I have the strength, I will tackle the small bedroom upstairs in the morning. I have been promising to turn it into a home office/work area for Patricia. A few months ago, I brought back from the Valley, a well-used computer desk, partially disassembled. Once the room is cleaned out, I will move the desk in there and reassemble it. I think it will be a very nice work area for her, and she has been more than patient with me to get it ready for her.
I think I will turn so I can get up comparatively early and get that work done.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Thursday, January 3, 2019
Post 3824 - Thursday Night Musings
Took another Family Illness day today. Patricia remained sick.
Late this morning I drove to Clayton Park to get some provisions while listening to the Rick Howe Show. They had a silly woman on there taking calls from people expecting her to do psychic readings for them. Along with all the calls from people wanting to know what their finances or health or romantic relationships would be like. A couple of people wanted to know if their house would sell in 2019. I am wondering the same thing! Maybe I should have called in.
Anyway, I got back home after lunch and saw that Patricia was still in bed. She went downstairs and ate some of the stuff I had bought her at the Mezza in Clayton Park. We watched some stuff on the telly. I cooked dinner and washed the dishes.
Patricia is on the mend. I will be going to work in the morning. It will be Friday, and it will be nice to have a weekend so soon!
I am going to turn in. Long day tomorrow.
See you then.
Bevboy
Late this morning I drove to Clayton Park to get some provisions while listening to the Rick Howe Show. They had a silly woman on there taking calls from people expecting her to do psychic readings for them. Along with all the calls from people wanting to know what their finances or health or romantic relationships would be like. A couple of people wanted to know if their house would sell in 2019. I am wondering the same thing! Maybe I should have called in.
Anyway, I got back home after lunch and saw that Patricia was still in bed. She went downstairs and ate some of the stuff I had bought her at the Mezza in Clayton Park. We watched some stuff on the telly. I cooked dinner and washed the dishes.
Patricia is on the mend. I will be going to work in the morning. It will be Friday, and it will be nice to have a weekend so soon!
I am going to turn in. Long day tomorrow.
See you then.
Bevboy
Wednesday, January 2, 2019
Post 3823 - Three Blog Posts In Three Days! Ha!
Yeah. Title pretty much says it all.
Patricia remained sick today. I decided to take a family illness day so I could stay home and look after her. I prepared a couple of meals and several cups of tea. She is somewhat better this evening.
We also watched some episodes of season four of "Outlander". We are six episodes away from being caught up with the rest of the world. My goodness, Jamie and Claire have some adventures, don't they?
It is back to work for me in the morning. Patricia will likely remain home. I don't think she's fit to return to work just yet.
I think I will turn in.
See you tomorrow, my lovelies.
Bevboy
Patricia remained sick today. I decided to take a family illness day so I could stay home and look after her. I prepared a couple of meals and several cups of tea. She is somewhat better this evening.
We also watched some episodes of season four of "Outlander". We are six episodes away from being caught up with the rest of the world. My goodness, Jamie and Claire have some adventures, don't they?
It is back to work for me in the morning. Patricia will likely remain home. I don't think she's fit to return to work just yet.
I think I will turn in.
See you tomorrow, my lovelies.
Bevboy
Tuesday, January 1, 2019
Post 3822 - A Promise Kept!
See? It is late Tuesday night, and I am writing a blog post before turning in.
I have kept my New Year's resolution.
How was your day?
We are still recovering from our joint illness. I am a couple days ahead of Patricia. I slept in until very late today. Made an omelette containing goat cheese and salmon. I tackled the dishes this afternoon and paid the young man who cleaned out the driveway for us. We finished the evening watching the remaining episodes of season three of "Outlander". It was a quiet day for us, and we needed it.
Tomorrow is the first work day of 2019. I wish I had taken a few extra days off, but such is not to be. Back to reality in the morning.
Sigh. Double sigh.
See you tomorrow, my lovelies.
Bevboy
I have kept my New Year's resolution.
How was your day?
We are still recovering from our joint illness. I am a couple days ahead of Patricia. I slept in until very late today. Made an omelette containing goat cheese and salmon. I tackled the dishes this afternoon and paid the young man who cleaned out the driveway for us. We finished the evening watching the remaining episodes of season three of "Outlander". It was a quiet day for us, and we needed it.
Tomorrow is the first work day of 2019. I wish I had taken a few extra days off, but such is not to be. Back to reality in the morning.
Sigh. Double sigh.
See you tomorrow, my lovelies.
Bevboy
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