I’m kind of in a grumpy mood.

It’s cold, and according to the crystal ball of the meteorologists, it’s going to get colder.

The oxygen casket sessions have been interrupted.

I’m itchy scratchy as heck. The wounds on the back burn. It’s highly uncomfortable.

Jason, who was kinda romantic and sweet, turned sour yesterday – quick. To place it nicely, I was exceedingly upset with him — far mor than I have been for a very long time.

I guess I had expectations.

He said that he was going to cook dinner. He said he was going to help with a couple of things around the house. I ran some ideas by him to improve the organization of the house – to make things less cluttered – and he seemed interested until he wasn’t.

Technically, he “did” cook, but it wasn’t with the chicken that I had set aside for it.

But, beyond that, it seemed like it was an afterthought. “Oh yeah, I see you already ate dinner. Do I still need to make something…?”

I ate dinner cause I was tired of waiting on his lazy butt. Mom was coming to care for my infection, and I was getting hungry.

I think that it was a combination of starting to kind of relax. I thought I had this vibe that during the snow days and we were trapped in the house together, we would do things together and for each other. The rest of the world would be shut out or, at least, toned down.

As I go about my day, every day, I take into consideration what he may want and need. I plan out his lunches, premake his breakfast, and keep the laundry done.

I keep track of his appointments and remind him of when they’re due. I make sure that his medication is faithfully reordered every month.

YES, I know I don’t make nearly as much money as he does. I have tons of ‘quirks’ that take some getting used to. I’m more than just a bit psychotic sometimes.

Still… I found it nice to think that just maybe he was thinking about my needs instead of everything else. He was going to spoil me – just a bit – by doing something kind of intimate and — as he used to claim — enjoy.

Maybe I just got a little too ahead of myself and am reading way too much into it. I thought that he would take the initiative and not be “told” to actually cook or come and help me do things. That he would just do it.

Maybe I was giving off the wrong vibes or just misinterpreted his.

Either way, I guess, I need to get over it and be a bit more careful.

Fortunately… or unfortunately… I guess… we won’t have another extended weekend of time off together for months and months.

Things will, for better or worse, go back to normal soon.