That's the number of days until we go on holiday for a week to Cuba (again). I should be happy, I should be packed 4 times over by now, I should be dancing around my room to Cuban music... but I'm not. Infact I could really care less about this whole thing. Is that strange?
Robbie has been so miserable the last week that spending anytime with him lately isn't pleasant. Wow this is the first time in 6 years that I have complained about him in any way. That has to mean it's pretty bad.
I keep telling myself that it will get better, that were in a rutt and things will calm after a fashion, but it sorts itself out for a day.. and then were back at the beginning again.
Robbie's colleague at work had a stroke a few weeks ago. He's Robbie's age and build. He has lost all use of his right side, cant speak at the moment but thank god is still alive. He will never work again, drive again, ride his motor cycle again. Never.
I consider this as I think about my grouchy husband. If Robbie couldn't do for himself, he'd be miserable. I am thankful for our health. Thankful for our age difference so that I will have the means to continue to work a very physical job while caring for him through his later years.
I cant see myself living without my Rob, but at the moment renting him out would be an entertaining thought. No exchanges, he's the only man I want.... just a little less right now.
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