I made a two-egg omelet for myself using real butter. Also brought out the orange juice and put on a pot of coffee to brewing. When I finished my breakfast, I asked Al if he would like some scrambled eggs. Brought his eggs, salt and pepper to his bedside, along with coffee, so that he could watch the 12 Noon news.
All in all, it turned out to be a good day. I even got caught up on the poems I had yet to write for Blogging U’s two-week Writing 201: Poetry event. Got things flowing for me. I’m back to poems writing themselves in my head while I’m doing other things, so that I have to run back and forth, to and from a computer, so I can write down the lines and phrases as they appear. I got really silly on some of them. It was totally lovely!
I thought that Al would join me in crying (I love my husband) as we read together the almost finished ballad, when he got home last night. Held and hugged me every so long.
My oxygen/pulse rate numbers have been mostly good. I’m quite pleased.