Sylvia's Journal

We love each other very much but sleeping in a twin bed, even if a wide twin bed, is something we concluded we are too old for. We accused each other this morning of hogging the sheets and not leaving enough room for the other. Suffice to say we didn’t have a good night of sleep. Tonight I am going to sleep Afghan style by plopping down on one of our tushaks in the living room.

We also think that our temporary sleeping quarters had more house dust than our bedroom – our lungs were in bad shape this morning. The coughing and throat clearing did little to improve our breathing; another reason to move downstairs.

Our old bedroom has been tiled and repainted but the fumes are still too strong to move in. The whole thing cost a couple of hundred dollars, most of which went to tiles and grout. The painting was only 40 dollars. Here materials are expensive and labor is cheap.

I spent too many hours at work today. The first meeting started at 7:30AM and the last ended at 7:30 PM. I said goodbye to one colleague who is taking our Manchester local elections ballot home – just in time for the May 17 elections – we do stay connected to our home town even though we needed some external help in choosing candidates.

And now my eyelids are dropping just as Axel is putting a real stir fry on the table that was the best food we have had in a long time.