I spent Friday in bed nursing a headcold, but one of my very dearest friends was in town with her husband and no runny nose was going to keep me from dinner! I popped a Sudafed or two and John and I introduced them to our Friday night ritual–a dosa, curries and plenty of naan. There were also plenty of Nyquils when we got home, a few episodes of The West Wing and an embarrassing tantrum when I realized that I was not getting better nor was I falling asleep like John had promised when he held out the lurid green gelcaps.
Which is why I was so disturbed when I woke up the next morning and discovered John gone; I was certain that my accusations regarding lotion-less tissues and "your Nyquil" had sent him over the edge, a place where presumably one doesn't need their wallet, phone or car keys. He came home from a run just a few moments later and after a sheepish "I'm sorry", we happily settled into a quiet weekend together. After finishing Gone Girl (why did I wait so long to read it?) I dove into a biography of Zelda Fitzgerald while John practiced and researched, and we did very few things that required me to stray from my enormous tissue box or put on real clothes. I did manage to do a little pilates on Sunday evening and we popped into our favorite grocery store for provisions, but in general, it was a lazy, West Wing-filled weekend–which was just was I needed, if not exactly what I'd had in mind.
Tell me, how was your weekend? Did you have two whole glorious weeks off, or were you working on and off during the holidays?