fish-city

I gave an exam this morning after writing a few blog posts, reading a novel on my Kindle while the students worked, had lunch with #1 daughter, and did my grocery shopping at the Fresh Market, stocking up on fresh produce and tiny croissants.

See the outdoor furniture in the lower right corner? No?

spring-ish

It’s full of snow.

Home for more writing and a Firefox Hello conversation with #2 daughter, a phone call with #2 son, and emails with the Art Professor and various clients.

My husband drove into the garage in the late afternoon. Half an hour later I went out to said garage and found him fast asleep in his car. I helped him into the house, gave him Nyquil, and tried to get him to bed. He  crumpled onto the sofa instead. After he’d slept a bit, I gave him some dinner and a cup of tea.

Now he’s moaning on the sofa with his tea.

The stereotype about men is that they’re babies when they’re sick. Really I think we’re all babies when we’re sick. But women know that nobody is going to respond if we lie around and moan.

If it worked, we’d do it too.