Cause There's Something in A Sunday That Makes A Body Feel Alone

Rearrangement

It has been a mundane Sunday.  I woke late, well after 9, thinking it was 7.  I had believed I woke up hearing the bath running.  In fact, Jenny had gotten up with excruciating hip pain and bathed at 5:30 a.m.  When I checked the time, and realized that it wasn't 7, and noted the quiet, I jumped up and checked the bath, worried Jenny had again fallen asleep while soaking in warm water.  The bath was empty, no water and no Jenny.  I found her in bed, awake where I learned of her morning, poor thing.   Weirdly, the dog who eats at 7 every morning, which guarantees I don't sleep in, had not pestered me.  After a brief conversation, I went back to the sectional and texted Leiney to see if she wanted to listen to a Pod.  She came up almost instantly, went and got us all coffee and/or cocoa at the coffee stand, and we began listening.  I finished my 36 oz. of coffee, and offered to make Leiney breakfast.  I got up and began cooking eggs.  We only had 4 in the house.  I whipped them up, and as I was finishing tbe scramble, Jenny got up.  I gave her my portion of eggs to make sure she had a good meal, and I made myself English muffins.  Leiney and I finished our podcast on American involvement in Panama, not a happy story (and yes we are nerds), I planned shopping and changed the laundry.  The day didn't get more exciting.  Leiney helped me shop, and when we got home, after cleaning out the fridge and putting the groceries away, I rearranged the basement, which had been a work in progress for a couple weeks. I then folded the three loads of laundry and took it upstairs and put it away.  After a break, I loaded the dishwasher and then made dinner for the family--both chicken and tofu fajitas, fare for the carnivores and herbivore. I ended the evening by running the dishwasher. Sundays are nonstop fun.

Jenny's pain was kept in check with ibuprofen today.  She napped this afternoon and apologized when she woke up for sleeping.  I reminded her it is her job to sleep, saying sleeping is when your body repairs itself.  Her job is to get healthy.
  

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