electric blankets win at everything

Adam has the week off, and he went shopping yesterday. He bought me a present, he said. Then he dropped not very subtle hints that it was an electric blanket, with dual heat controls, for our king-sized bed.
I was so happy I was squeeing into the phone.
When I came home he had already remade the bed and included the blanket, between the top sheet and the comforter. And he had turned my side on. All the way up.
It was toasty.
All night, it was toasty.
This morning it was less toasty, but still warm, since it had turned itself off.
Danny, who owns a similar blanket, had warned me I might have trouble leaving the bed in the morning. I actually did not have much trouble leaving the blanket. I had more trouble leaving the husband, who insisted on snuggling tightly while making happy sighing noises. Awww.
However, I shall return to the blanket immediately upon going home tonight.
Toasty.

Lethe (what was I saying?)

Note to self: Sooner or later, go to Amazon and purchase a copy of On The Banks Of Lethe by James L. Grant... who has an LJ (flemco) and a webcomic (TwoLumps, with his wife), and judging from the three-chapter preview on his website, may have written a horror story I will actually love dearly and treasure. And that's saying something: Me no likey horror stuff. But the words, descriptions, and characters are, to say the least, mind-blowing. And that is only three chapters.
Besides, he wrote two novels and got them published. I should certainly be among the fans who encourage more. When you are a writer trying to finish your debut novel and looking for publishers, it does help to read works by other fresh new authors. Or maybe that is only me.

injured roommate and other not-happy things

Jason was badly hurt at the glass factory where he works. A pane of glass sliced into his thigh, causing considerable blood loss. He came home from the hospital, with his parents, shortly after I got home; Adam told me what happened then. Jason will be confined to the living room couch for several days while he recovers. Painkillers aplenty. He seems okay, if not in pain and drugged. Gave me a scare when I learned about it. I'm hoping he recovers well and as quickly as he possibly can with no complications.

I've been having strong simple partial seizures (auras) since coming home. It has been incredibly disorienting. I have no real appetite. Adam made crab cakes. They were very filling and almost too much. Adam wants to feed me the chocolate truffles he bought me. I'll eat a few. It's chocolate truffles, you must know. But I don't want to eat anything else for as long as possible.

My brain falls downhill, watch it go. Like a snowball. Snowflakes. Silent and white and cold and crisp. Shhhh.

Tomorrow is Friday. I don't want to do anything afterwards, if I can help it. Unless it is with Adam. Then I don't know.

Black hole. Snowflakes into a black hole.

He's like a brother to me. I'll pray in my own way for his healing.