newlifeinstpaul | So Much for the Weekend

It was SUPPOSED to be gloriously Brenda-free.
Not that it's 'great when she's gone' per se?
But when decisions are made by committee and then they're not any more? Yeah. That.
Kinda like it now and then.

Anywayyyyyy she got sick Thursday night. Horribly sick.
Put it to ya this way: Four months of chemo? She didn't puke once.
Thursday night...? Woke up to her puking three times. She says I slept thru the fourth.

So she didn't work Friday and they told her not to work Saturday and she's super-worried she won't enjoy Sunday's expensive NYE dinner.

ALSO it's not only cold as FUCK outside, it's windy, too.
If I could choose between -18° Celsius with no wind and zero Celsius with a windchill of -18°? I'd pick a colder temp with no wind. EVERY TIME. Take this from a man who typically runs from his car to the gym in shorts most workdays. Which I told you to tell you it's SO fecking windy I'm getting fully dressed today. After waiting for the temps to crawl back into the mid-twenties below Celsius first.

Of course, there's a million billion things that could be worse.
BUT we'd both expected better. So there ya go.