Sunday night, I was driving home from dinner with Robert and another friend and felt some nasty bug coming on. One instant I was fine and the next I was getting sicker by the minute. It was that quick. Oh yes, there was blinding, squalling snow through part of that drive, too. By the time we crawled into bed, I was exhausted and cold, the latter a little odd when you consider that there was a rather large human and two relatively smaller cats next to me.
I spent the next three days in bed, napping frequently, much to the delight of said animals. Yesterday, Valentine's Day, I made it to work and got through the entire day without a nap. Last night, I came home exhausted, though. If it were up to me, dinner would have been aseptic boxed soup or take out.
Fortunately, Robert had slightly more cooking energy than I did. I quickly dissuaded him from making parsnip stir fry (?) and steered him toward the dish that we've come to call "Indian comfort food". Its real name is Uppma (or Uppama). It's a southern dish, long on starch, short on vegetables, and consists mostly of cream of wheat. But it also has toasted mustard seeds, curry leaves, lemon juice, fresh ginger and toasted cashews. We served it with wine, Indian chutneys, and some Indian bread we had in the freezer, and ate by candlelight. Not bad for a no-energy night.
Valentines were exchanged. More to come. Today is also our anniversary, marking sixteen years of coupledom. Later today, we're headed to Provincetown for our annual Washington Birthday's trip. Another couple we know nearly always shows up on the same weekend at the same inn; they're coming this year, and we have a nice easy way of being together and apart throughout the weekend.
Uncle Cen will come to interact with the ever-affectionate, happy-go-lucky Theo and the elusive Koa, though perhaps Koa will be more in evidence this weekend than for past Cen visits.
Speaking of whoms, Theo is resting under my computer light (his personal heat lamp), nearly asleep. He occasionally rolls over and lets me squish his tiny belly and scratch his chest. Koa has been coming out of her shell, partly because Theo doesn't chase her *every* time he sees her. Sometimes, when he attacks her, she just sits her ground until he gives up and goes away. But I've noticed in the last few days that she will let me pet her more out in the open space and not just tucked against a safe spot.
A nice holiday, to be continued into the weekend.
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