Yesterday, as I was riding home from work, I was thinking about how L hardly ever has seizures anymore. I am so thankful, and grateful, and relieved.
So I have no explanation for how or why the following thought popped into my head: Hmm... what am I going to blog about now?
Horrible! What a horrible thought that sneaked so stealthily into my mind. As if it was worth him having seizures so I could have something to blog about. I was shocked that something so base could come from my own L-loving heart.
Besides, it's total BS. There's always something to blog about. Case in point: Today, while he was in the grocery store cart, L reached toward giant display of knife sets for sale. I moved the cart to keep them out of arms' reach and somehow in the process managed to knock over the entire display of knives, including the rolling counter they were set up on. It was like a cartoon - the whole display started tipping toward me in slow motion, and as I tried to right it, one by one knives were slipping out of the blocks and clattering to the floor all around me.
Who needs seizures, when I can write about my own heart attacks and near death-by-gin-ji-knife experiences?
And if that hadn't happened? Well, I'd have written about how L locked himself in here for 15 minutes this afternoon, while the staff insisted there was no key.
See? There's always something to write about.