Facing My Old Coffee Mugs

For all you you NPR listeners out there, it's time for the Listener Limerick Challenge.

There once was a woman named (let's say) Maisie;
And people would say she was crazy;
Cuz the workout she'd planned
She'd reject out of hand.
The truth was that Maisie was ...lazy!

BING  BING  BING!
Yay!  You win!

I did not go to the weight room today, as planned.  I should have.  

I am still very unhappy and feel that there is something troubling in my relationship since last weekend's police incident.  I'm trying not to dwell on it, because Chuck appears not to sense anything wrong.  It is probably just me, over-thinking.

We woke to find the hot water heater had died.  Fortunately, we have three:  one for bathing; two for heating the house.  Chuck just re purposed one of the heating ones to it would be for bathing, and we are good to go.  A least unless it gets really cold again. 

I spent the day with my former husband, who needed minor sugary.  I picked him up, took him to the hospital, was with him in recovery, took him home and got him comfy there before a friend came to spell me.  We have not spent more than three minutes in each other's company since we divorced three years ago.  It was very odd to pull his pants on and tie his shoes; odder yet to sit and chat with him about inconsequential things.  The oddest thing, though, was being back in my old home.  I took off his socks and knew exactly where the laundry hamper was.  Same kettle, same pillow cases.  No need to ask where the mugs were. I opened the cupboard, and there were a bunch of my old coffee cups staring back at me.