Winter Days [in the Cudzilo household]

I worked on my new website and finalized the details of my newly designed blog (to make its debut in February). 

He slept. 

I had a photo shoot.... with Chili. 

He woke up mid-day after working the night shift and settled in to our comfy chair and a half to catch up on the weeks of missed football. 

I IM'ed with my sister. 

He asked me to put my computer away. 

I watched nervously as the Vols went from being up by 15 points to losing in overtime. I bit all my nails off. 

He yelled at the TV, spatting out dozens of questions as if the players, coach and refs were actually going to answer. 

I retired to bed early so that I could read. 

He came in a bit later and read the new Time from cover to cover. 

I asked him what sleep apnea was. 

He explained. 

I told him he had it. 

He denied it. 

I laid my head on his chest and listened to his heart beat as he drifted off to sleep. I yelled him awake explaining to him that his breathing was much too labored and I was for certain he was stricken with sleep apnea. 

He got mad at me because I frightened him. 

We laughed. 

I woke up this morning just in time for coffee with a friend. 

He stayed smart and decided to enjoy his wintry day off in a cozy, warm home. 

We looked at each other and simultaneously felt guilty. 

We took Chili for a walk. 

We talked to some of our best friends who were also spending the day at home on speaker phone.  

He told a joke. 

We all laughed. 

He suggested we go to the gym. 

I suggested we not. 

He suggested we go to the gym quickly so that we could be done with it. 

I surrendered. 

I trudged along on the elliptical machine and thought about food. 

We ran to Best Buy so that I could drop another $100 on business stuff (does running every business cost so much?!). 

I spotted a Sonic. 

We ordered two lemon-berry slushes. 

I smelled burger. 

He pulled around to the window. 

I demanded we add on a burger. 

We split the most delicious burger I've ever had. 

I watched TV. 

He did the laundry AND made dinner (he insisted!). 

I told him that I felt weird just sitting there and that I'm not sure if I'd had so much house help in the time we've been in Cinci. 

He laughed and then called me a liar.  

We ate a delicious dinner. 

He cleaned (he insisted!). 

I wrote a post on my blog.

He felt good about himself. 

I felt loved. 

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