"I don't want to go to the gym today," I said.

"Why not?" asked my husband.

"Because you're laying there all comfortable, cozy and sexy. I'm feeling a little guilty leaving you as well as envious."

"I will not be the pilot of your guilt trip," he blithely replied.

That's not the answer I expected. I expected to be coaxed back to bed for snuggle time. I expect my gym trip to be put on the back burner until it was 1) too late to go or 2) I was annoyed enough with myself to skip the housework again and go after snuggle time. Hubby's response really jolted me.

"You're right. I'm not getting on that plane. See ya' later."

I did 30 minutes on the bike and my strenght training. I love my hubby.

Lani
 

Lost in a haze
of my mind’s own making,
pink clouds and bunnies play.

I cannot have this.
This will never do.

I try to shake off the fantasies,
when a voice from beyond the fog calls,
smashing clouds and bunnies,

“Honey? Benadryl haze?”
As he hands me a tissue.


As someone who has been struggling with bronchitis and asthma this year, I thought this poem was appropriate.





Lani