Last night, as we were talking about our up-and-coming trip to Costa Rica, I mentioned that it seems as though the number '22' holds some significance for me. I told him in a light and friendly tone that -
* It will be 22 days until we leave on our trip counting from the 22nd of this month. * I was born in the year of the 'monkey' and the year of the 'monkey' starts on the 22nd of this month. * I was born on the 22nd of October. * AND said, "Something that I'm trying to forget happened on the 22nd of last January". Ummm...It just fell out of my mouth in that manner.
My H's face kind of melted into an expression of pensive sorrow after that last remark.
I quickly injected through a big smile, "But, things are MUCH better now" and his face perked right up. Sheeewww.
I've been taking a course, (off and on) since November and it runs from 9am until 4pm. Today I left at 12:30pm because of an ever increasing bog I was finding myself in - and people were noticing.
The bog was pretty bad by the time I got home, and my H noticed. He didn't probe, but my guess is that he had a good idea of what was causing it.
He's presently in bed with a headache. I'm wondering if he's experiencing his own "echoes" right now, as well.
One thing my H did say before lying down was, "Would you like for me to meet you at school tomorrow so that we can have lunch together?" I managed to grunt a "yes" out through my mental fog. By the way, the school is real close to where he used to work. Eeek.
Trust, trust, trust.
I'm so glad I have my wise and caring bb buddies here to keep me on track. Doing something nice right now IS important.
Now to clear this sickening fog from my head and figure out what that "something" will be.
