Since I haven't updated with what I've been doing since I got better.
Finally started going back to the gym again, and Monday I totally overdid the weight lifting for just getting started again. I didn't know how bad until Tuesday. Monday evening, Mike asked me if I wanted to go out on a date. You know, I have no idea what there is to do in town when you're 36 and can't really dance anymore. We went to a used bookstore, and then to a bar where I drank Shirley Temples and played in a photo booth. I was so thrilled to find the photo booth, there aren't a lot of them in town. We also played pull tabs. This particular bar was never one of Mike's favorites, because they play rock very loudly, but in the last few years, he's started really liking rock.
Tuesday.. I hurt. I hurt *bad* from working out. My pecs were over-strained and letting me know that 3 sets of 12 was entirely too much after a month of not working them. So we picked up season 4 of the 4400 and watched that, and I crocheted. We also stopped by the Flying Dutchman to order my birthday cake. I went for nostalgia and ordered a fan cake with buttercream icing which was the first kind of birthday cake I ever got from them. We also go pastries for everyone. A raspberry cream cheese tart for E, and an apple dumpling with rum sauce for W, I got a hazelnut praline chocolate canoe and Mike got a Grand Marnier tart. Completely decadent and soo good.
Wednesday we paid bills, got comics, and went to the gym. We decided to have pizza for dinner.
Usually, I don't do quite that much in a few days. But it was a lot of fun.
Feeling: 
loved
lovedCaffeinate me