our first weekend apart

It's 5 a.m. and I wake up snarking and coughing. Mike pulls me close.

"Do you really think you ought to go to the conference?"

I didn't even waste time trying to be strong to the point of rationalizing my going on an early morning 3 1/2 hour drive up to the north of the island and two days of reelingly fascinating talks and meetings while sniffing, sneezing, coughing, and blowing my nose. What would everybody think of Mike, "Hmph. What kind of husband is he?! Making his wife come up here when she's obviously too sick!"

"No. Will you be ok without me?"

"No. But I guess I'll have to be."

The day before Mike took care of me most of the day, making sure I was well hydrated, slicing apples spreading them with peanut butter, and keeping me company in the evening when he could have gone out with friends.

I think the past two days, however, I've watched too much television.

Why is it on cartoons and sitcoms that when there are two partners (one a man and one a woman) that the man is always an idiot. The woman never trusts him and always has to work behind the scenes so that everything turns out okay despite her partner's blunders?

So, today I'm catching up on some reading.

Have you read this marvelous book?

Speaking of amazon.com ... I just made a wishlist.

I think you can tell a lot about a person by their books (or the books they want). When I was first getting to know Mike, he sent me a photo of his room. I zoomed in on his bookshelf and was quite pleased with what I found there. "Hmm, yes. I think we're compatible."

And why was I not surprised to find that my friend Laura was listed on LibraryThing as having a similar library to my own. (Those books listed are only the books I have with me right now ... I'll have heaps more when my shipment from the US arrives.