routine is good

so i've been sick. it started with a scratchy throat and promptly turned to gunky coughs and sleepless nights. okay, one sleepless night. but it sucked. now every two minutes my eyes water and my nose tickles and i sneeze. my upper lip is getting raw from blowing and wiping. j.l. called today and left a message. she sounds just like i do. so now i know, eh?

being home for three days gave me plenty of time with j. unfortunately, neither one of us is good with changes to our routine. we're getting better about resolving things quickly, but for some reason we got on each other's nerves faster the last few days, too. the pattern: b. gets upset. j. gets upset. j. talks a lot. b. talks a little. b. and j. hug and cuddle and say nice things and fall in love all over. then the pattern begins again. i'm hoping it's just our need for normalcy (my being home all day during the week with no energy to do anything not being part of normalcy).



last night on a walk i asked j. about who our hypothetical kids would go to if we were to hypothetically die and have to leave them to someone in our hypothetical will. which, note, is a horrible question (though, eventually, necessary) that of course causes all kinds of arguing and can't help but get personal. my advice: don't discuss this question with someone unless A) one of you is an only child B) you actually have a kid and C) you're semi-inebriated.

anyhow, we got past that question and moved on to our dreams for future finances and living (a fun topic for poor newlyweds where one spouse works so the other spouse can go through graduate school so that the first spouse can eventually quit work and the other spouse can make lots of money just because of the level of educational achievement)... i received an email today from my friend j.c. asking if j. and i want to come on a sailing getaway in the British Virgin Islands in february. all we'd have to pay for is the airplane tickets.

and this to a couple who is still trying to save enough to make the last $150 payment on a couch bought from this very same j.c.

(not Jesus Christ, btw).

anyhow, now that i'm getting well, j. and i can just go back to being happy in our normalcy.

which we really are. j. keeps me laughing. he's good at coming towards me to meet me in the middle. sometimes he even goes further than the middle if i'm not quite there yet. it helps me to meet him right back, and then we somehow forget that there were sides we came from and we just rest contentedly in our collective space.