Okay. So my husband was telling me some simple story this morning. About a guy and an email and something to do with Haiti. I mean, I think that is what it was. As I stared at him blankly across the kitchen table, my face scrunched up in deep concentration, I recognized English words coming out of his mouth. Yes, even full-blown sentences were escaping into the warm, cozy atmosphere. Yet, somehow, my brain could not process what it was he was saying. He was quite animated about it. It seemed interesting enough. I just couldn't grasp the meaning of his words. As I tried my best communicating skills; clarify, paraphrase, repeat, it only served to exacerbate the problem. He finally stopped talking and looked at me. I swear, I glanced in the mirror on the wall to see if I had sprouted a second head or something. The look on his face was unforgettable. Well, I'd like to think it was unforgettable. But with this new phase of "mental" pause I seem to be going through, it is highly likely that I will indeed forget that look. In fact, I am betting that one day I will give a similar look across the kitchen table to the man talking and wonder, "who in the hell is that?"
I never did figure out what he was talking about. But I did manage to fake it long enough to escape, yawning and stretching and mumbling something about going back to bed. He bought it long enough for me to snuggle back down in the covers and go to sleep.
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