Mike hurt his foot Friday morning playing basketball and I twisted my knee at some point last week so Friday night was spent on the couch with ice packs and pillows for elevation. At one point I looked up from the book I was reading and caught Mike's eye, he was looking at me with this funny smile and said, if only someone could take a photo of us right now. I said I was very thankful no one was there to take one-it was not our prettiest moment.
After a visit to the doctor on Saturday morning Mike's foot was wrapped in a soft cast and he was told to stay off it for a few days. This meant that I hobbled into the city on my own Saturday night for a few hours of laughing so hard my stomach hurt at a showing of Slow Children Crossing (my friend's comedy group from LA) and then a late night/early morning karaoke experience. I don't do karaoke. Or so I said about a dozen times before getting on the small stage. Thankfully there is no recorded/photographic evidence of that experience either.
And now the countdown to vacation begins-just as Mike said through the kitchen window as I walked to work this morning-only two more work wakeups and then we're on the road.