Since January 7 when I collapsed and yesterday, one week after I came home from the hospital, I haven't been out of the house except for to and from the hospital, which really doesn't count for much, and the wedding which really does count for everything. But today my husband and I decided that the time had come to go out for breakfast. Not sure why, but the time seemed right. So we go up, dressed, and ventured out. We went to one of our very favorite breakfast places, Divine Encounter, and I ordered (oh bliss) a half order of biscuits and gravy with one egg over easy on top. After all the hospital food and cereal and stuff at home, that first bite really was divine, and so was every subsequent bite. Best breakfast ever. Tomorrow it's back to cheerios probably but that's all right. I will bask in the glow of the happy memory.
PS don't get me wrong, my husband makes wonderful scrambled eggs on request. I am certainly not wasting away here.
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