I am totally lost, I truly can’t figure out what day of the week it is. That always happens when John takes a few days off then goes back to work. So that means it’s Monday, right? (Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday, I have to keep telling myself it’s Wednesday.)
We had a nice staycation, even if he did work a lot, and even if the dryer died, and even if I spent a whole day in a drugged stupor because of spasms in my back. What was important is that we spent time together. I enjoyed having him home, but he seriously needs a hobby before he retires!