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I knew better, but did it anyway....
Oct. 25th, 2016 03:02 amMy husband loves coffee. Can drink it all day long. He often wants it after dinner. Once upon a time, I could too, but that ship sailed long ago.
He did a run up to the Lake house with a load of stuff to put into the garage, while I worked here, sorting, jettisoning & packing & returned wanting sex and food, in that order.
Later, after supper I asked if he wanted dessert, he gave me a lascivious look and raising his left eyebrow said he needed some more time to recharge. "Who needs to recharge for ice cream?", I asked with mock innocence.
I was back 5 minutes later, two ramekins of organic vanilla topped with a couple of tablespoons of granola, and freshly brewed coffee- a cup for each of us. I was decadent & had added a shot of chocolate whipped cream to mine. That was at 8:45.
It's now 2:45 AM, he's been fast asleep for hours & I'm staring at the ceiling.
An hour ago, I padded out to the kitchen and did b'fast prep for the morning, after washing the supper dishes. I figured if I was awake, I might as well get something done. These days I generally have a microwaved frittata for breakfast. Onion, mushrooms, & whatever veggies I have in the house, plus a chicken sausage get a rough chop, shaken in a plastic container like a mixed drink in a cocktail shaker and poured into an oiled soup mug. Two beaten eggs and 4.5 minutes later it's done. Tomorrow all I have to do is beat the eggs. Water's in the kettle, tea bag laid out next to my mug.
Time to shut the light. It's 3.
He did a run up to the Lake house with a load of stuff to put into the garage, while I worked here, sorting, jettisoning & packing & returned wanting sex and food, in that order.
Later, after supper I asked if he wanted dessert, he gave me a lascivious look and raising his left eyebrow said he needed some more time to recharge. "Who needs to recharge for ice cream?", I asked with mock innocence.
I was back 5 minutes later, two ramekins of organic vanilla topped with a couple of tablespoons of granola, and freshly brewed coffee- a cup for each of us. I was decadent & had added a shot of chocolate whipped cream to mine. That was at 8:45.
It's now 2:45 AM, he's been fast asleep for hours & I'm staring at the ceiling.
An hour ago, I padded out to the kitchen and did b'fast prep for the morning, after washing the supper dishes. I figured if I was awake, I might as well get something done. These days I generally have a microwaved frittata for breakfast. Onion, mushrooms, & whatever veggies I have in the house, plus a chicken sausage get a rough chop, shaken in a plastic container like a mixed drink in a cocktail shaker and poured into an oiled soup mug. Two beaten eggs and 4.5 minutes later it's done. Tomorrow all I have to do is beat the eggs. Water's in the kettle, tea bag laid out next to my mug.
Time to shut the light. It's 3.
