I stayed home today. Can't do another cold day. Have a headache from the cold and from the time of the month that it is anyway and had to eat chocolate for breakfast just to be (somewhat) pleasant agreeable human.
Does this mean I 'won'? Caleb is up and remiss to not take the opportunity to have his coffee with me by the fire. I will burn all the wood in the whole province, but I won't be cold again. I'm also shopping for some sort of wind-cutting shearling-lined plain hoodie to wear over my work dress. Just in case it gets cold here again. The look on his face is not an amused one. He's angry.
No. It's a sick day, that's all. Because I'm sick.
I'm glad you stayed home if it's that cold.
I nod.
So do you think I am going to win, then? What are the odds?
The usual. Thirty/seventy.
Is that all?
Yes.
We sip our coffee in silence, me hypnotized and lulled into vacancy by the flames and him reading on his phone.
It's not a contest, Neamhchiontach.
Everything is a contest with you.
When you feel differently, let me know. He gets up, pockets his phone, kisses my cheek softly, takes his coffee and leaves me there to be wonder if I should just set my clothes on fire or I might never feel truly warm again.
Does this mean I 'won'? Caleb is up and remiss to not take the opportunity to have his coffee with me by the fire. I will burn all the wood in the whole province, but I won't be cold again. I'm also shopping for some sort of wind-cutting shearling-lined plain hoodie to wear over my work dress. Just in case it gets cold here again. The look on his face is not an amused one. He's angry.
No. It's a sick day, that's all. Because I'm sick.
I'm glad you stayed home if it's that cold.
I nod.
So do you think I am going to win, then? What are the odds?
The usual. Thirty/seventy.
Is that all?
Yes.
We sip our coffee in silence, me hypnotized and lulled into vacancy by the flames and him reading on his phone.
It's not a contest, Neamhchiontach.
Everything is a contest with you.
When you feel differently, let me know. He gets up, pockets his phone, kisses my cheek softly, takes his coffee and leaves me there to be wonder if I should just set my clothes on fire or I might never feel truly warm again.