Sick quiet weekend
Dave and I spent a lovely weekend at home, staying indoors for the most part, except for Saturday and Sunday mornings when Dave went in to work to make progress on a grant he's putting together. Poor guy's been working on it non-stop for I don't know how long now. I think he wishes I'd go away so he can be all hermity and eat bad food and focus entirely on it for a week or so (my close proximity alone can be quite distracting). Anyway, he worked until two on Saturday then came home and immediately commenced shoveling. The snow, which was supposed to keep falling through early Sunday morning had tapered off by the time he got home, so since there was a break in the action he figured it would be a good time to make some headway on the sidewalks. Megan was supposed to come over and hang out and watch bad movies and drink gallons of hot chocolate, but she called over the course of the morning to say she was extra sick (she threw in a cough and hack for good measure) and that she couldn't come over. So I spent the morning talking with my mom then my grandma because I love them tremendously but also because I wanted to avoid having to go out and shovel. When Dave came home we had some lunch then he headed back to his study and proceded to get back to granting. I wandered around aimlessly, bored out of my mind, playing with our "Bop-it", setting up our karaoke machine, sang a lackluster version of "Baby One More Time", then finally settled down to start a puzzle and play lots of music loudly. Dave emerged around eight for dinner (goulash, perfect on a cold day) then we turned on the tube and saw that Aladdin was on which somehow was exactly what we both wanted to see. After the movie, Dave and I retired to our respective activities then eventually went to bed, variably humming or singing at the top of our lungs "Prince Ali, handsomest he, Ali Ababwa!".
Yesterday when Dave came home, he arrived sick and running a fever. He had major plans to spend the day watching the Eagles/Falcons and Patriots/Steelers games. He watched half of the first game then went to bed for the next two or so hours. In the meantime, I spent my time watching the "Manor House" dvd's that he brought home for me from the library. This is definitely the way to watch PBS's "House" shows. You get mired in the atmosphere and you don't have to wait til the next night to see the next episode either. I spent my entire day flipping between football and educational dvd's, then polished the evening off with chocolate torte and "The Count of Monte Cristo". Dave was up til all hours of the night sweating, drinking tea, and working on his grant. Guess which one of us probably enjoyed the weekend more?