Wring Out My Brain

It’s been raining for approximately 4,397 days in a row now. Rain makes me cranky, indecisive, unmotivated and unproductive. I moped around at work. (And now I am trying to decide if I just told you that I rode a moped at work, but I am too lazy to look it up.)

I got home and bummed around the house until Todd got home. The phrase “cannot be bothered” took on a whole new meaning. There’s plenty to do, just no motivation to do it.

Todd came home and asked, “What’s for dinner?” and I thought I would burst into tears. I stood in the kitchen and racked my brain trying to come up with something I would want to bother to eat for dinner. No ideas came. We stood in the kitchen tossing out ideas. Nothing appealed. The rain fell. My brain atrophied.

He grabbed his keys, “Come on, let’s go to the general store and see what we can come up with.” I drove his car, eyes glazed. We walked into the general, and I cluelessly roamed the aisles. He made suggestions, and I grunted in response, unable to form a complete sentence. I stared into the freezer case and said “Screw it, just get what you want. I am not hungry. I give up.” He plucked ingredients from the aisles, paid for them, carried them into the house, whipped up French toast and eggs and set them on a plate right in front of me.

I love this man.