thankless wretch

This is usually the point at which one expresses thankfulness for stuff.

Right now, I would seriously kill for a full night’s sleep, so it’s a little hard to get into the spirit of gratefulness. C’s back (and now leg) has continued to get worse the last couple of days. This morning I spent 2 1/2 hours in the urgent care — I guess I should be grateful it wasn’t the emergency room, or we’d probably still be there. The doctor gave him an anti-inflammatory shot, which didn’t really do anything, and a narcotic one, which did, sort of. He’s mostly asleep, after a week or more of hardly sleeping at all.

I’m baking a pumpkin pie, one of my favorite foods, which is why I’m not trying for a nap myself. We got invited to a friend’s T-day dinner, which we both wanted to do.  I don’t know if we’ll be going, but in either case at least we’ll have pie. Once it’s out of the oven, I’m going to take a nap and then see if I’m up for going out, and if C is either. Earlier, he said I should go by myself, which feels a little weird but I might do it anyway. Just get out of the house and go where someone else is making the food.

Maybe tomorrow or Saturday or next week I’ll feel grateful and express my love for y’all & the interwebs. But not today.