Biscuit Day #783

BISCUITS!!! And my beautiful boy.

Ernie felt pretty terrible yesterday, he even laid down on my bed and listened to the tv a bit and then slept. He NEVER lies down during the day, he considers it some of kind of moral failing or something. Our little set up is in what used to be the front porch of our house. I’d love to have the porch but I’m glad to have the extra little room. It’s crowded so where I usually sit on the couch is right next to my little bed. It’s oddly intimate which is weird to say since I’ve slept with the man for a million years. I guess I just miss watching him sleep, so even though I hated him feeling so terrible it was sort of a comforting moment for me. My beautiful boy.

I was delighted that he drank a whole milkshake yesterday that had lots of proteien powder in it AND I made him gruel for dinner—he had two bowls!! Remember when I used to make him gruel all the time? I shouldn’t call it gruel, I suppose it’s my version of chicken congee. He used to love it but when he got so sick with that horrible chemo and ended up in the hospital a few years back he kinda turned on it. Everything tasted awful to him because of the chemo. I thought it might be time to bring it back. One cup of rinsed rice, two boxes of chicken stock and some powdered ginger because if we have fresh God only knows where it is. Then three chicken thighs, bone in, skin on. Tossed it in a slowcooker for five hours then pulled the bones/skin, etc out and poured in a bag of green peas. Once they were hot it was done, just needed a little salt. I don’t have pictures because, well, it wasn’t beautiful. But ohhh, was it good and TWO BOWLS!

This morning he felt good enough to make BISCUITS! We had BISCUIT DAY! Sorry for all the caps but I think it’s been eons since we last had biscuits. Filled with a bit of cheddar cheese, thick cut bacon and the most delicious honey in the world (thank you, Traci)!

We’re having a quiet day but it feels quite different than yesterday. We (and the cats) huddled together when the tornado sirens went off but things seem to have calmed down thankfully. I’m catching up on odds and ends and almost feel productive! Damn, life feels so much better when Ernie feels at least ok-ish. My boy. You know, this what he still looks like to me:

Now to see if I can get him to eat tonight!

Onward.

Love,
Cynthia