Sleep was sound for Craig last night.
Before I retired, business trips would take me throughout the country. Craig always said that he couldn’t sleep when I wasn’t home so it wasn’t surprising that he didn’t sleep well when I was in the hospital. Now that I’m home, he has the best of both worlds….I’m safe and sound inside the house but too far away to poke his side when he starts to snore!
He’s enjoying this perfect combination so much that it was after 8:30 this morning when he finally arose to help me start my day. First up on his schedule is helping me to the toilette and then choosing my daily ensemble. I find that I’m not as fussy as I used to be….whatever he chooses is usually fine with me. Is it because I’ve lost all sense of fashion or because I’m trying to not be a burden?
While I wash and dress, Craig folds the bed sheets, straightens the couch covers and starts a pot of coffee. He then helps me back to the couch so I can begin my daily activities, most of which are electronic in nature….catching up on emails, handling our finances, updating my blog. Television is a secret addiction. I watched the FIFA World Cup…mesmerized by the final game….pledging my allegiance to Holland until Spain finally won my heart. We both laugh wholeheartedly at the comedies on the BBC…why do Americans think the British are so “stuffy”? Their shows are much more risqué and yet, somehow, less offensive than ours. I’m also addicted to the daily race that is the Tour de France. I don’t understand the rules of the race or the significance of the colored shirts, but I love seeing the French countryside….it REALLY is that beautiful here….the route is chosen for its difficulty not for its charm.