Valentine's Weekend

I worked a little late on Friday in the hopes of not having to spend too much weekend time on my progress reports. When I got home you had come down with a cold. I am surprised you lasted this long without coming down with something. Kyle had a cold on our last day in Palm Springs. He had caught it from Laura. You must have picked up the bug that evening when we had dinner at their place.

On Saturday morning we went for a bike ride, you on your electric bike and me pedaling away on my Schwinn. It wore you out and you were in bed for just about the rest of the weekend. I didn't ride again because my back has been stiff since we were in the desert. Either I strained my lower back doing something there or the bed was not good for me because every morning I woke up feeling extremely stiff and achy.

Sunday was Valentine's Day. You were in bed but got up to go buy some beautiful roses and a card for me. It was sweet and beautiful. You told me you couldn't bear to have me go through the day without flowers and that I was the sweetest and smartest woman you know. The card said that for my gift I could choose a day at Burke-Williams spa or dinner and a show (theater). Was there a question there? Dinner and a show. No contest.

I had plenty of time to work on my progress reports. And plenty of time to catch up on this blog. Dad had a runny nose on Saturday and I thought I was doomed to catch one of your colds. Dad seems to have recovered but today he was taken to the hospital because he was feeling disoriented and weak. It might be a very quiet week around here.