So I woke up around 4 to find that most fearsome of findings.. a sick Rick. Considering I’d gone to bed late with some lovely shingles effects hitting post migraine, the news was unwelcome at best.
Like the angelic and sympathetic wife I am, I ascertained that there was nothing to be done for sick Rick and went back to sleep until his next spasm of stomach revolt woke me again.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
I got up and went out to start my day with breakfast (which I did tactfully offer to eat far far away from sick Rick), and upkeep of my happy little zen places, which I think I will be adjourning to later today.
The hose in the front yard has had a leak for a few days now.. well, today it decided to turn just so and really let loose, rapidly dowsing me, my zen place, Bree, and the entryway of the house.
Really everywhere but the plants I needed it to hit.
After scrambling to turn the damn thing off, I stood there, dripping and shivering in the light morning breeze, and a hummingbird dove for me.
Understand, I’m wearing black. It wasn’t attracted by color. It hung in the air in a perfect Disney moment six inches from my nose, and I know damned good and well it said ‘HA HA’ a la Nelson.
We’ve got a week to go til Santa Fe Ren Faire, a pile of work to do, a hose to go buy and install, laughing asshole hummingbirds, a pissed off wet corgi, and two bodies that don’t reallllly wanna cooperate.
Can I go back to bed?
Curiouser and Curiouser 