Simple pleasures

I am sitting here in the living room in my usual spot on the loveseat covered in my favorite blanket. It’s cold out there, baybee. My husband is on the couch with his sleeping bag up to his chin and the remote on his knee. We don’t like to turn up the heat too much. It’s such a waste of energy and it dries up your skin.

There’s an ice hockey game on the TV and George is asleep on his couch, all curled up. Yes, George has his own couch.

Wait, I’ll show you.

 

I had quietly gotten up to get the camera, put on the 50mm lens and softly came back into the room to snap this. Still, he opened his eyes just a bit.

 

He must be really tired because he didn’t even turn around to look at me when I stood behind him to take this shot.

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I am glad for the little things in my life, for the small pleasures such as this because frankly, I have no idea how long they’ll last. I usually don’t dwell on such things because it gets me down and it doesn’t help matters any. But it’s a fact that we live from scan to scan for my husband.

I don’t like ice hockey.

 

But when it’s on the tv, it means that things are normal. I don’t know how to explain that other than to say that just hearing it in the background is comforting. It means my husband is here. It’s another small pleasure.

As are the tulips I bought at the grocery store last week.

 

I haven’t really been my usual cheerful self lately. And hey, we all get like that from time to time. But this weekend I’m looking forward to a little fun.

Ok. The hockey game is off and American Idol is beginning. And we’re watching Wipe Out during the commercials.  Gotta go ~

Love,

Are we the most fun couple in the world or what?

Please don’t answer that.