So, today is my turn to be sick. I'm mostly better now, but I'm taking it easy. Nonetheless, it's a good excuse to sit on the futon, wearing my embroidered periwinkle blue housedress, listening to the Oklahoma! soundtrack (the housedress from Ky makes me feel like when we used to prance around her house in dress-up clothes, singing along to "Many a New Day") (did I just admit that?), watching Northern Exposure season three and playing on the computer.
I'm determined to be better in time for supper, because we're going out for dinner with some potential couple friends! Hooray. (The wife went to high school with Ky, and we knew each other when she went to the UofR for first year.) It feels oddly like a blind date; I've never had to start again in a new city and make friends for myself. But I'm very excited: Aimy is a good time, and I suspect our husbands will get along famously.
Provided that my stomach stays in one place.