I wish I had some spectacular update about the Prodgial Boyfriend, but the truth is we’ve really not talked much. We talked a bit on Thursday, and a bit on Friday, and I got a text message from him Friday night/Saturday morning, but I was already asleep when he sent it.

It’s odd how when we talk it is easy to forget that he was gone so long. I don’t feel angry with him for being gone, just this strong curiosity to know where he was. I’m glad that he’s back, and that things still feel natural.

For the curious, my relationship with him is online only right now. He lives in Indiana, and I’m in Oklahoma. We haven’t actually “met” each other yet. We talk online, on the webcam, through text messages, and occasionally on the phone. That should clear up any confusion about why I haven’t wrung his neck for disappearing.

I’ve been sick. I went to the doctor last Tuesday and he diagnosed me with Bronchitis. He gave me a Z-pack and some super-duper-extra-strength cough medicine. Technically I should be feeling better, but the coughing wears me out. If I don’t take the cough medicine every four hours as prescribed, I cough until I’m sure my ribs will crack. But, when I take the cough medicine, I’m so tired and weak I can hardly do more than sit in one spot and hope I can function.

At work, I do good to stay awake long enough to do my job. At home, I do good to spend more than a couple of hours out of bed. So, I’ve been in bed. Reading. Sappy romance novels. Can you hear my sighs?

I had some things I wanted to do this weekend, but apparently it will have to wait until next weekend.

This whole entry sounds like a piss and moan session, so I think I’ll stop now and go get back in bed. I hope everyone else had a better weekend than I did.