It was a long night full of strange and vivid dreams and alternating between being uncomfortably warm and then freezing. At one point, I woke up from a dream about a terrible storm coming. For some reason I responded to this terrible storm by moving into our basement (logical enough), fixing it up quite home-like, and then heading to the homes of my friends to steal their Tupperware lids. Just the lids. Don't know why. I woke up with a jolt, roasting hot. I threw off the blankets, and then Tim began to laugh heartily from his side of the bed, from a sound sleep. He was dreaming too. I drifted off to sleep again, and had another bizarre dream about shopping in the dark with a shopping cart that kept collapsing when I tried to put anything into it. I woke up again, freezing this time, and grabbed for the covers. Tim was gone from his half of the bed. When next I woke up, roasting and tossing off the blankets, he was back, but awake. Who can blame him, poor man?
This morning, when we woke up, it was gray and rainy. Yesterday, we did six hours of home insulation work at one of the houses. That, added to the restless night made us both lazy and not inclined to get up. This morning, we did something that we have never done before. Both of us simply 'skipped' church. We slept in, we had a leisurely breakfast in bed, we talked for a couple hours. When we finally did get up, I was in the mood to cook. I made a pot of seafood gumbo. Tim's never had it before. He looked at the okra doubtfully. "I don't know if I like seafood gumbo," he said. I'd heard this before. When we met, he'd never had cottage cheese with peaches in it before. He poked at it doubtfully, but after trying it, he liked it very much. He claims that he'd never eaten zucchini and he didn't think that he would like that, either, but I stuffed one, and he was hooked. Zucchini is one of his favorite vegetables, next to asparagus, which he was pretty sure he didn't like either, but changed his mind when I made it for Easter once. The list goes on and on. So I made the gumbo anyway.
It was a quiet day. It seemed short, because we had gotten up so late. It was just Tim and I, talking, watching the birds outside, the squirrels. We moved leisurely and companionably through our day. Good smells wafted through the house from my little kitchen. Today was just for us. I reveled in the comfort of marriage and good food and good conversation.
Oh, and it turns out that Tim likes seafood gumbo after all.