I'm a little tired today, but otherwise fine. Hubby and I went to the phlebotomist early (hubby had a fasting blood test) then to breakfast at a diner, Lowes, then Trader Joe's. That was it for me.


Tonight we're invited to my husband's friend's house. I'm afraid that's not exciting me. She's more his friend than mine. If anyone recalls, she's the woman that came up to me in the grocery store a couple months back and told me she had had a good therapy session about not getting upset when people cancel on her. We had cancelled on her the day before that. Me being ill was the excuse. Since then, her cat ran away, her 95 year old mother has been sick, and her long separated husband finally filed for a divorce. She was the one that left him, though. It's complicated for her. I sympathize, but it's uncomfortable. I hope the conversations are at least a little upbeat. Really, we should have invited her to our house, but I just haven't been up to it. Je suis la cuisinière de la maison. Hubby is capable of cooking, but has near nervous breakdowns when he tries.