MR. BOB climbed out of bed this morning and into his recliner to be ready for the person who comes to draw blood to check his protime. That's the test to see how quickly one's blood clots when one is taking a blood thinner. When I arose an hour later this is what I found:
The technician had never shown up to take the test.
And I? For a while now I've wanted to show you our bedroom ceiling, but never remember to take my camera to bed. Some friends once gifted us with a clock that projects the time and the temperature onto the ceiling, which in and of itself is novel. Mr. Bob was the one who was most intrigued with the numbers of 1:11and 2:22 and then we began to watch for the time and the temperature when they matched which didn't get seen very often.
This morning I lay there waiting and darned if when the numbers approached matching, the temperature didn't show a rise. All I wanted was to snuggle in and return to the arms of Morpheus, but for the sake of the blog, I persisted and it finally paid off.
If that isn't pathetic, I don't know what is. I hope the rest of the week holds more interesting things.
And as I wrote that last sentence, there came a knock on the door:
Let the week begin.