Early Saturday

At 8 a.m. on the dot, my eyes flew open like window shades in a haunted house.

Now the smell of coffee is warming the cockles of my heart, whatever the hell that means, and I'm deeply pondering some alchemical cheese and egg combination. Saturday mornings are the best. Most mornings all I get is a bowl of cereal, if I'm lucky, or a handful of peanuts or leftovers from the night before, which is usually the case if I have the time to heat leftovers. Things are usually so out of whack on workday mornings, I just catch as catch can.

But on Saturdays.....oh, heaven! A real breakfast. I'm so unused to it, that breakfast carries me on past lunch and into suppertime. Nothing starts the day off better than hot, strong coffee ~ strong enough to crawl out of the cup and bitch slap you, warm creamy eggs, and buttery toast, all steamy and fresh from the oven.

I've already called Llew this morning. He's still quite groggy and informed me that he had a very bad night. I knew that he would. Like most men I've encountered in my life, he's not very tolerant of pain. In a way, though, I think that's a good thing. Women tend to be so stoic with pain, I think that we just internalise a lot of it and it manifests in other, possibly more destructive, ways. Expressing your pain, the way men eem to do, may just purge it faster and more completely. It's probably a physcial version of Primal Scream Therapy.

Anyway, the physical therapist, more than likely named Helga or Hilda or something equally as brutish, will be seeing Llew today and unmercifully working on his knee. He won't be coming home today, it seems. Maybe tomorrow.

I'm going to take him a couple of science magazines when I go see him later on.

Time for eggs.

Interesting Conversation

I just got off the phone with Llew's mom. We had a very interesting and enlightening conversation. I really do like her and think we'd get along fabulously if we ever met in real life. She has a good head on her shoulders and sees things very clearly.