So...

le sigh. Keith and I just got home from Pennsylvania. So...Happy Belated Birthday Cristina! I've had an...exciting week. Wednesday morning Keith's grandma passed away. (Not unexpectedly) So I informed my boss and co-worker that I would not be at work on Friday. Then Wednesday evening as I got to Acacia to eat dinner, I fell down the stairs and sprained my ankle. So I spent Thursday on my couch with my foot elevated feeling stupid (and maybe also watching Firefly). I spent the weekend on crutches or propped up in remote corners of rooms full of Keith's relatives or lounging in the backseat of the car as Keith made the 6 hour drive there and back. Now I'm trying desperately to figure out what I could possibly do with my ankle so that I can go to work tomorrow, since my job is impossible if I'm on crutches and there has been no miraculous healing thus far.
So now that I've sent Keith off to CVS in search of a Super Awesome Ankle Brace...I'm just trying not to mope and be frustrated that I can't even unpack or wash all of the dishes that we left from last week. erg.
So after reading Cristina's post and the xkcd, I'm trying to see this situation as a perhaps much needed wake up call from the routine I'd been attempting to pursue this week. Last week was rush week, when had my job been more flexible, I would have gone to Chicago. Instead I was frustrated as I finally understood all of the stereotypes of wives not wanting their husbands to "go out with the guys". Monday (or maybe Sunday?) knowing it would be a late night i stayed home and let Keith have the car, so I wouldn't have to worry about him. that didn't work out so well, when I woke up at 4:45 am and he still wasn't in bed. Luckily he was home by that time and just downstairs, but I decided the rest of the week it would be better if I stayed up and went and picked him up when he was ready to come home. Friday night I finally rented Stardust. Soooo good. I cannot believe it took me this long to watch this movie. Then Saturday Keith was finally free and I made him watch it with me. Then Sunday Keith was busy again, but Claire was back in Ithaca, and I went to a meeting with her for a group of people who are starting an "intentional community" on a goat farm about a half hour from Ithaca. It's kind of a christian commune in a (mostly) not creepy way.
So then Monday Keith started classes, and I found myself rejoicing at being able to get the pattern for what this semester will be like. And now Keith has returned with said ankle brace---yet to be determined if it is Super Awesome--so maybe I can go to work tomorrow after all.
So the point is I miss you guys like crazy, and the bright point of the weekend was when people asked what we're doing after Keith graduates. I said, "I want to go to Chicago because that's where my friends are." (No offense Mary! As soon as I can walk again I'm going to figure out when we can get back to NYC!) And thank you Cristina for your post. Here's to breaking "the gentle curves of societal norms."