It’s been a weird week. We had cleared our schedules some time ago, thinking that Dale would be incapacitated for much of the week – which, of course he’s not. And we had psyched ourselves up mentally for all that this meant, too. Instead, we’re contemplating rescheduling and finding ourselves with a lot of free time in the evenings.
That is definitely not a bad thing. On the night of the surgery-that-didn’t-happen we went to Plymouth and bummed around. We drank beer and met up with an old friend and had a raucous time of it. Then we had a night in and caught up on TV – new episodes of True Blood plus Newsroom is back – hooray! Last night was our usual Wednesday night at the 99 and tonight we are going to a Rox game and tomorrow night we are going to dinner at the home of friends who we haven’t seen in ages. And it’s weird because, other than the TV watching, we wouldn’t be doing any of this stuff if Dale was recovering from surgery.
It’s great how things have fallen into place and, well, you know us, we always manage to have fun but still – – – it’s weird. I keep thinking I’ve forgotten something or I’m supposed to be doing something else. And I keep reaching out and hugging Dale and making sure that’s he okay and remembering how different we both thought this week would be. It’s all just a bit – – – unsettling. And weird.