I got five months

I wasn't feeling well today, so I decided to stay home from work and hang out in bed. Before he left for a morning meeting in Appleton for work, Dave asked me what I was going to be doing today.

Gee, I don't know. I thought about organizing the garage? Maybe making four dozen of his favorite cookies with homemade icing? Knitting sweaters for him?

Or, I don't know, napping. Reading. Nothing.

"Your days of doing nothing are getting limited, huh," he said, chuckling. I thought quickly to the finality of his statement and shrugged.

No need to be so danged melodramatic about it. Hmph.