How sad is it that I count down the hours (22) until Aido comes home?
Or is it cute? Or is it disgusting—I am not quite sure.
Today was another day off the bike—it has been a whole week! I am feeling a little stir crazy, despite a few slow walks to stop me from fully losing the plot.
At least I am beginning to be able to breathe through my nose, hurrah.
I have embarked upon a bake-a-thon in my man's absence, and he will come home to a feast. It's been very emotional for us both, but now it's concluded I will be a happy bear again when he's back.
At the risk of sounding like a bad reality tv show, his journey has been truly tremendous, and you can see pics and videos from the tour here.
On a bizarre note, I bought a pack of decaf coffee and I am giving it a go, totally creepy I know, and totally against my ethos. but hey, I am trying to fast track this illness, so whatever helps. And I have heard that caffeine definitely does not help.
Ahh, one more night of toast and fruit and chocolate...