I don’t visit the radiation oncology department on weekends, but the specter of my week day routine still exists. Which is why it’s great to have Buddy visiting for three days. It’s hard to believe he leaves tomorrow morning.
In the meantime, we’ve seen a movie, had more Starbuck’s, stayed up late talking by the fireplace, and generally reconnecting. Some of my friends met us at Caffe Tosi for coffee and eats this morning; and laughter was as plentiful as coffee refills.
One of the conversations revolved around whose picture would be in the dictionary to represent detailed-oriented people (also sometimes called OCD, but I don’t like that term). My friend, J, nominated her husband for the honor. Buddy piped up and said, “That’s not the picture I have in my dictionary.” He looked straight at me; really, I was surprised.
If there were times one of us got on the other’s nerves, I can’t pinpoint it. One night we had fried egg sandwiches for supper, which is the sort of thing I might have cooked when my children were growing up. That and tomato soup. It was all delicious.
And just what the doctor ordered.