First I want to acknowledge that I still 11 tabs of comments I did not get to yet today.  They are saved for tomorrow.  I know Ali and Randy understand my situation so I want to clue the rest in before I go to bed, and yes I am very tired.  

I went to bed about 5 PM last night after eating some beef stroganoff that Ron insisted I eat before going to bed.  But I couldn’t sleep.  So I tossed and turned until Ron came to bed hours later. 

Then because we are a couple that love each other and like sleeping together we snuggled, me spooning him first and while he slept I did not.  Then he woke and he wanted us to roll over so we did, now he was pressed tight to me … and again he fell asleep.  Then about 11:45 he woke up and wanted to stop cuddling which I agreed with.  He fell asleep.  

Well I fretted but did manage to fall asleep about 11:45 pm or later … only to be woken by our rescue inside outside old cat that need lots of feedings started yellowing at the top of his small lungs.  At 12:50 am.  I got up.  Ron who wakes up if I snort or cry out or hell even turn over wrong, sleeps through his cat’s cries.  I feed him, the cat, not Ron.  Then I returned to bed.  I watched the clock.  I was not going to get up, I was not going to get up, I was not going to get up … fuck it I got up.   At 1:30 am.  No sleep, grumpy.  

About 5 am  had some sloppy Joe mix Ron made the night before.  It is not setting well with me.    We have been having trouble finding one that tastes good but doesn’t make me thorw up.  

Well I am online answering comments and doing my blogging stuff until Ron gets up at 6:30 am.  I ask him if he wants to walk, he says no he wants me to go lay down, I am now two days without sleep.  I go lay down at 7 am.  I stay there until 7″30 am and can’t sleep, so get up and go to talk to Ron.  He says I need to try longer.  I do, At 9 am I get up and am determined to start my blogging day.

I am blogging and helping Ron.  I do the dishes as Ron has been clearing the Florida Room junked up with stuff after Hurricane Ian we had nowhere else to put.  An argument I made for a new shed that no one would listen to me on.  We had a huge dresser packed with dishware, and we brought it in to be cleaned.  We had a large stand up cabinet we emptied or more dishware and stuff we need so also brought that into the main house to clean.  

So all day while I did laundry and helped Ron wash and dry dishes I did some blogging.  It was all going great … Until this evening when Ron asked me several uncomfortable questions … Damn it!

Did you eat today he asked?  Yes I joyfully told him I had the sloppy Joe mix you made last night, ate two buns so 4 sides.   … he looked at me.  Did it stay down.   Well I stuttered … so far but it is trying hard to come back up.  That was when he declared such mix off the menu until I can stomach better despite my counterarguments.  

The rest of the afternoon went well, we worked on laundry and even the Florida room and moved / washed the stuff together for their new place in the house. 

Then things took an ugly turn.  At around 4:45 pm Ron decided I need to eat.  I informed him (sounds better than saying I told him) I was not hungry.  He got angry.  Scottie he tried to sound authoritarian … you have to eat, you are losing too much weight and this is not good for you.   I countered with I am not hungry and if I force my self I will be sick … But I relented and said OK how about a small salad.  I love salads and in a small bowl even when I am really nauseated I can eat them.   

But he had a better idea I liked right away.  On the advice of our wonderful brother Randy Ron bought some yogurts for this situation.  He gave me one and I did not complain … I knew better.  I ate it.  Not a flavor I like.  I struggled it down anyway or else he was going to make something and watch me while I ate it. 

Now it is nearly 6 pm here.  I have not gotten to all the comments and pages I have opened … but I keep falling asleep at my desk.  Not something I want to have Ron discover me doing.  If he finds me asleep he will throw a huge fit that will take a lot more to solve than just going to bed.  Plus my eyes keep blurring out and I clear them to realize I typed nonsense or worse.   Night all.  Hugs and loves.  Scottie