notes from a quiet place

Cardo is feeling under the weather (and the weather is beautiful right now). He's getting over something right now, which means that for the last almost-week, I've been sleeping on the couch while he germs up our bed. I cannot wait to be able to sleep in my bed again, after we change the sheets, blankets and pillowcases, of course.

For yet another year, Cardo is working this holiday. This just comes with his job and I don't really mind it, actually. We're not much for celebrating much of anything. This year, so far at least, I think I'm dealing with the 'holiday season' pretty well.Yes, I know it's just begun. Usually I end up pretty quietly depressed and weepy, which always upsets Cardo because he can't 'fix' it (or fix me).

I'm thinking we might end up having a very quiet evening. We're supposed to go to a friend's house, but Cardo might just come home and go to bed. I'm not sure. He hasn't really let me in on the plans past letting me know a few weeks ago that he had accepted the invitation. (I'm just thankful that he doesn't randomly bring people home for dinner.)

For now, Pic's 'resting' in her room and I'm waiting for the kitchen floor to dry (Pic was having a problem not dropping her yogurt on the floor this morning...but the floor needed cleaning anyhow). I'm listening to Dolly Parton here in the den and NPR out in the living room. I'm about to put on some real clothes (I'm not in my pajamas, but I'm not in clothes I'd go out in) and take Pic for a walk for a bit. Tomorrow's supposed to be much colder and we haven't walked much lately.

Right now, I'm thankful for this quiet time.

Happy Thanksgiving to you all.


[DOLLY PARTON POOR FOLKS TOWN from 9 to 5 Soundtrack] -- the pictures don't really go with the songs, they're just a Dolly photo album, basically, so you can listen and do other things if you'd like