Back Upstairs

Not every day has to be exciting, and this one wasn't, but it was a perfectly fine, ordinary day, and isn't that the aim?  I just want to get back to ordinary again! Our two days of "spring" have ended, and winter has returned, so it was also a day to stay inside, at least for me, and to stick to the new routine.

After an okay night's sleep (kept waking up, but always went right back to sleep), I finally rose at 7:45 to a gray, chill, and blustery morning.and to find that Stan had been awake since 7:00.  Again this morning I had Raisin Bran but no coffee.  I want coffee, I think coffee sounds lovely, but I just can't quite face it.  Maybe tomorrow....

Feeling somewhat groggy, I spent a long time on the couch reading my newest mystery, did some web browsing, and generally goofed off while Stan made a quick run to the grocery store.  Eventually Stan nagged me enough that I did my morning round of exercises, then took an ibuprofen, iced and elevated until lunch at 11:30.  Because it was still in the refrigerator, I had some more of my squash soup. I will not be thawing any more of it out for awhile.  Two days of squash is enough!  By then I  was tired, so off I went to my favorite daybed where I took a Tylenol and slept from 12:30 to 2:30. 

Stan was busy with a home repair project, trying to find a way to install the sound bar underneath the huge new TV when I woke up so I sat on the couch  alternately reading and watching Stan until he had finally completed his project to his satisfaction.  At 3:30, it was time to venture upstairs, so up I staggered with Stan bringing up the rear to make sure I didn't tumble or stumble.

By 4:30, I had showered, washed my hair and fixed it, watched a little HGTV in my recliner upstairs, gotten dressed, and repacked some clean clothes to take downstairs. There wasn't much going on downstairs so, once again, I read while Stan spent time on his computer in his office.  I know he misses his office, and I feel sort of bad monopolizing his office, but it just seems like the sensible thing to do for at least another couple of days.

Stan fixed a real dinner for us.  Admittedly there was no real cooking, but it was balanced and hot, so on a cold evening, it was fine. We had a Trader Joe's meatloaf, a can of peas, and instant mashed potatoes with a can of gravy.  It may sound a little sad, but it was actually quite tasty, and I so appreciate Stan doing everything for me including cooking. 

So that's it, a quiet day, but tomorrow is PT again which I'm not looking forward to.  Oh, well, no pain, no gain, right? Hopefully it won't be raining when we have to go out!