A valentine’s card from my favourite person.
Having someone to text. All evening.
Boxercise. Smashed it.
(Also, Leightor and his travel bracelet)
I’m on day four and my hair still doesn’t need washing. Even after I spent all last night playing with it.
He surprised me with a card, an early arrival and a lovely home cooked dinner. Made better because I thought he would be out this evening.
I’m so glad I forced myself out of bed this morning despite feeling ill. I spent the morning slow walking, belly laughing and enjoying the sun. Plus I got home just before the rain fell. Much better medicine than staying in bed feeling sorry for myself.