I woke up not feeling bad, but not feeling good. I get up, call my supervisor and infor him I will be taking a sick day. Melvin was worried since I had had so many health problems. I assured him I was, no where near, as sick as I had been, just tired and needed some R and R and his TLC. I went back to sleep. He awakens me later with breakfast in bed and announces he will be going to work on the privacy wall.
After he left I slept some more, I guess I was tired. He arrives home around three o clock. He and Fire ring the door bell. I answer the door and say, "Hey Poo!" and fall into his arms. He turns to Fire and says, "I told you." I asked him later what he meant by that and he said he told Fire that I would be happy to see him and would show it, that's why he rang the doorbell.
While he showered I made his lunch. We sit in the TV room and watched one of his programs. On this day we cook together. Seeing us move together in the kitchen is like watching a swan dance. We can anticipate the others movement and flow gracefully while preparing, cooking and talking through the impending meal. Melvin leaves to get something from the store and I put the final touches on our meal. When I hear the garage door go up, I hide behind the door. This is not one of my usual hiding places, because he can see me through the crack in the hinges, but today I hide there anyway. As he enters the kitchen I watch him from behind the door. He is moving so slowly and each step and breath seem to be a chore. He calls for me. "Hey Pooooooo!, where's my baby. Oh no call the police somebody's got my baby." There is usually a childlike glee in his voice as he says this, but today, it sounds beleaguered in fatigue. I come out from hiding and we greet each other with hugs and kisses. "There you are," he says. "Let's eat." "Okay and I'll bring your plate, relax," I say.
I thought he was tired from working on the wall, he'll be fine, I told myself.
Tomorrow
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