James Marsden, the CPAP, let me down. For some reason I woke up at 3:30 with a gut full of air again. I hate that. I'm not sure what I did differently last night from all the other nights we've been sleeping together. He wasn't being very princely though. He must be taking the weekend off.
Yesterday was a day at home doing next to nothing. Sweetie cooked some frozen Stouffer's concoction in the solar oven which was fun, and we did some dishes and laundry. But mostly, we sat around and did a lot of game playing/reading/watching tv. It was nice to loaf around for a change, but I should've squeezed some exercise in there somewhere.
My copy of Chocolate and Vicodin by Jennette Fulda has shipped. So I'm looking forward to finding that in my mailbox some day soon.
Looks like I'll be making a short trip to Chicago over next weekend to do some quick business. I love the city, not so much the driving. I hope we have a chance for some sight-seeing. Kiddo is already begging for the Sci and Ind museum.