Candle Light and Soul Forever...

Day 6 without our caregiver.

Madness has taken over.

Neither Tooli nor I can rise from our beds before 815.

I don't know what she looks like when she reaches work, but I'm a crumpled heap.

I had to do intravenous coffee three times this morning, and by lunchtime, I was a lot more awake. So much more awake, that D and I managed a game of Hide and Seek. She was far more successful than me. Mostly because I was sitting on a chair, chatting to M upstairs when she found me, whereas, she actually hid, under a desk, in a room I typically don't venture in to. I was almost crying with laughter by the time I found her. I seriously thought she had gone home.

When I arrived home this morning, once again she had astounded me by preparing a fully cooked dinner. Our caregiver is going to be so proud that in the 6 days he has been gone from us, we have not resorted to carryout. Every meal has been lovingly prepared from scratch, by one or the other of us. (Mostly her).

Our evenings progress as so:

We watch Plain Jane together, and comment mercilessly all the way through.

Tooli goes and studies.

I sit on couch and contemplate tidying.

Tooli goes for a run. I sit on couch and contemplate tidying.

Tooli comes back from her run, and does exercises.

By this time, I may have actually plumped a few cushions, and washed the dishes. Tonight I even managed to vacuum.

I make a cup of tea, to wash down whatever home baking I may have attempted. Tonight's efforts are sitting in a plastic bag for the crows at work.

We watch Big Brother, or tonight, "The Secret Life of Students", and we sigh that peoples' lives are so fulfilling. Whereas ours are bursting at the seams.

I set aside the crochet tonight for a new handicraft, my first "test" you can see here. Am beyond excited for the full project I have planned. More of that later.

Tomorrow is Friday. Yay!

Our CareGiver will be home in Two Sleeps!

Yay!

Our Lives will have meaning again.