I can't even have a glass of wine with the Xanax. Even though I'm not taking it every day, I don't want to chance it.
So I've watched The Waltons & now I am on to Murder She Wrote. Fun times!
H is sleeping on the couch "to keep me from getting sick". While this logically makes sense, I don't want it to lead to him being back on the couch again full time. Every time I walk through the living room, he either jumps or gives me this strange look. Maybe he's texting OW...I care but I don't care. It's nothing new. He looks ridiculous fumbling all over himself. LOL
