After two weeks of single parenting and taking care of me, my husband is worn out. He is taking his second sick day this week. Poor guy.

And don’t worry, I’m not going to try to be a dynamo and take over the way I did after my mastectomy. I need rest. After going to Zoey’s concert and walking two miles a couple of days later, I needed to sit on my butt and/or nap for the next day and a half.

I feel pretty good today so I’m going to get out of the miracle lounger for awhile. The forecast for this afternoon is 60 degrees! I think I will take a walk.