So I did, just a bit, speak too soon last night when I said there wouldn’t be any drama yesterday…Mark woke up from his nap feeling very definitely sick, and, as he was worried about being contagious, there was much discussion about whether I should find a hotel room, or drive back to Portland right then (at 9pm!), but eventually we settled on me staying put, and leaving him (with groceries, and plenty of NyQuil) today.
He’s one of those people who just wants to be left alone when sick, to sleep and get over it. I guess I’m kinda that way too, though I don’t mind someone around bringing me soup and things, and then leaving me in peace.
We’re supposed to head to California later this week for a memorial service. We’ll still do that if he feels well enough to travel, but at this point, he’s miserable, so, maybe not.
Anyway it’s nice to be home, although kind of weird. Also nice (and weird) to be alone. It’s been a while! I got lots of gardening done–a ton of strawberries picked–and a chunk of freelance work done, and am still puzzling over where to put the new rug, because, alas, it doesn’t fit where I was thinking of putting it. Now it’s in the kitchen, but that’s really not quite right. I’ll figure something out! 🙂