As we were falling asleep last night, I asked Jeremy if he had a nice weekend and he said yes. And then I said – I hope so because you got to bike for 10 hours this weekend (adding an emoji lol to the tone of my voice). Then he looked at me and said – it wasn’t 10 hours! And then I said – what are you talking about? It was 4 hours on Saturday and 6 hours today! And then he paused and laughed – it wasn’t 10, but it was more than 9. (100 km on Saturday, 100 miles on Sunday). He asked if I had a nice weekend and I said – yes! I worked most of the weekend. My working this weekend was entirely my own fault as I could have done the work during the week, but I was (when I’m mean to myself) lazy or (when I’m nice to myself) tired, I think still recovering from the vestiges of covid and/or having some weird peri menopausal symptoms and wanted to nap.
We did have Edda care both days. On Saturday, we have a new caregiver, Abby, who is learning the ropes and Sunday we had Eliana who knows us better than we know ourselves.