Friday morning

I haven't been up too long, so I'm still all sleepy and dull. I could not stop crying last night, for no reason whatsoever, and that always makes me feel tired the next day. My wonderful hubby was so sweet, though. He came in just before the tears started and asked what was wrong. "I don't have a Serta counting sheep!", I say seriously before bursting into tears. I'm so random and weird that I don't have any idea how he can live with me.

Meanwhile, he's getting sick. It started yesterday evening with a a scratchy throat. He went to work this morning anyway, but I wouldn't be surprised if he comes home early.. I think he was feeling worse by the time he got there. :( I hate it when he's sick. And I really hope that at the very least, I won't be getting that way. We've been talking about going somewhere for a weekend for a while, too. Guess that won't be this weekend.

I don't feel like complaining anymore, though, so I should say some positive stuff before I go shower. Oh, I know. The last of the tax refund money has been deposited today That's fun. And Magnus took the last of the lasagna to work, so we're finally out of leftovers. It's supposed to be 66 degrees tomorrow, and considering how I'm longing for spring at this point, even mini-vacations into springy weather work for me. I have the most wonderful husband in the whole world. My mother said she'd give me the sweater she has like the one that unravelled in the dryer.. did I tell that story? No matter. And the mall that had arrested a man for wearing a t-shirt advocating peace is now dropping the charges. This doesn't make me feel better about the current attitudes of this country, but at least he doesn't have to pay the fine anymore. (Ironically, he had had the t-shirt made in the mall earlier that day.)

Under the Same Sky

Every wonder where same_sky comes from? :) Magnus wrote this for our room on DarkScapes, which is the mud where we met. It was early on, before we were even remotely close to being together fulltime. Maybe before we even knew for sure that we'd end up together.. it has that hopeful but uncertain feeling to it.

The black skies above you seem cold and unfriendly, offering
no light and no points of reference, until you notice a small star,
not all that high above the horizon. Slowing your pace, you think
to yourself that this star must be seen from nearly anywhere in the
world. As you start walking in the direction of the star, you feel a bit
warmer than just before. Jamming your hands down your pockets, you
start to whistle, wondering who you might meet under this star?

It still makes me happy every time I read it.