I woke up tired.  Ikkky.  Still a little stuffy,  but feeling better.  I slept for 8 hours but not unbroken.  You know why.  I'm going with feeling better,  but I think it would be best for me to stay home and not have date night tonight.

Em calls and asks if I can do coffee in the late afternoon.  It's always fun.  So I say yes and that will be my fun outing for this day.  I will work tomorrow,  so there is no fooling around with movies or eating out.  

I mostly rest.  Play computor games.  I'm playing scrabble with a guy from England who interested me with a funny line.  Instead of being all serious with his demands for how you have to play this "sacred"  word game,  he wrote,  "I hit badgers with a spoon."  I love the image.  This guy running around an English pasture trying to hit little furry animals with his teaspoon.  In my mind,  it had to be a delicate teaspoon.  And the Badger is laughing .  So even though I don't know what the UK dictionary is,  I don't mind losing to a funny guy.

Em picked me up and we went to Starbucks.  We just talked and had fun.  She knew several people who came in and that was fun too.  The sun was warm.  I almost thought of eating on the patio,  but there was a little chill in the air and I don't want to take a chance.  I did a little more walking than I usually do,  with the sun on my face,  dreaming of a time when I won't walk with a cane.  And that is coming.  

MKate came over to fix dinner with me.  We make a good team and the dinner was delicious: Mahi Mahi in coconut butter and spices,  veggies,  and whipped potatoes.  Very good.  With diet (healthy ) soda for dessert.

We talked for awhile,  about Gordy's progress--he has a lot of challenges but he's going to prevail.  People  had him buried already.  Oh he won't recover this time.  But no one,  not even doctors ,  know when a person will rally and when they won't.  People have come back to life at the very last moment.  Since he just got married,  I hope that he will rally and have some happy years with Karen.  Then MKate and I talked about grandkids.  Of course.  X got three points in his first soccer game.  Do they call them points?  I'll have to learn.  Max,  MKate's grandson is growing up. She showed me his latest picture.   He looks like a very handsom young man.  Where did the little kid go?  The conversation drifted to Durga,  my on line pet and her giant wardrobe,  MKate's real pet, Dexter,  who is coming back from an illness.  And so on: places to shop,  not enough time,  MKate's up coming trip to Costo Rico and how to protect her health.  Just stuff.  All relaxed and happy.  Sometimes you can have fun without going out.  

Luke watched the final four on his upstairs t.v.  Of course.  And I'm glad he could do that.  Usually Saturday night IS date night.  We keep it sacred when we can.