WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

I walked into the living where my husband Steven was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper.

“Morning!” I said as I walked by him. “How’d you sleep?”

Steven looked up and seemed surprised. “Where are you going?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No where. Why do you ask?”

Steven pointed to my head. “You’re not wearing your glasses and you have jewelry on.”

I unconsciously touched the side of my head where I would have been adjusting my glasses. “It’s been so long since I put my contacts in and I really do see better with them on.”

“So why haven’t you been wearing them?”

“With the constant chant of don’t touch your face it seemed weird to stick my finger in my eye to put them in.” I went to the kitchen to put some water in the kettle. “You want anything while I’m in here?” I called.

“I’ve already had my coffee. Thanks.”

I came back with my steaming cup of tea and sat next to him. I flipped my hoop earring. “Do you know the dish I use at night to put the jewelry I’d been wearing that day?”

Steven nodded. “It’s on top of your jewelry box.”

I shook my head. “So you’ll never guess what I found in there when I decided to finally put jewelry on again.”

Steven didn’t say anything but waited for me to continue.

“My four leaf clover necklace!” I snorted a little laugh. “Can you believe it! The last time I wore any jewelry was right before St. Patrick’s Day!”

Steven put the newspaper on the coffee table and looked over at me. “Well, you look very nice.” Then held his hand up. “Not that you didn’t look nice in your glasses with no jewelry or make-up.”

I had to laugh. “So you noticed the make-up too?”

“Well….” Steven looked like he might be in trouble.

I looked down at the tee shirt I was wearing. “I was going to actually put on work clothes instead of this but when I went into the closet I realized I still had all my winter work clothes in there.” I pointed in the direction of the basement. “After I have my tea I’m going downstairs to get my spring and summer clothes out of the storage closet.”

“That sounds like a nice project for today.”

“Yeah, one that should have happened six weeks ago.”

“Well, better late than never.” He said as he leaned back against the cushions and stretched his hands behind his head. “Maybe I’ll change my closet around now, too.” He put his feet up on the coffee table. “Oh, yeah. Now that I think about it I changed my closet over six weeks ago because my job was deemed essential so I actually have to get dressed for work.”

“My job’s essential!” I cried as I tossed a pillow in his direction. I couldn’t help by sigh. “They just told me I had to stay home and do it.”