Don’t have a hell of a lot to say tonight. Been a quiet day. No formal therapy for Nick, but we did over an hour of yoga and breath work, followed by a Lindsay-style walking session. Since we’re waiting to go back to Apex when Bill is back, we’re going to be creative and do our own therapy at home.
This evening Nick got swooped up by his buddy Nootbaar for some “guy” time. Still trying to figure out what guys actually do on a bromantic evening out. As girls, we get our nails done, have dinner and talk about our boyfriends. Well, I know for sure Nick didn’t get a pedicure tonight, so I’m still not sure what they did while they were out. But what I do know, is that when they got back home, Nootbaar picked up the guitar and sang songs to us. Nick even sang. I even sang. But I wasn’t going to make up words about fireflies or Reese’s Peanut Butter cups like Fener did, I sang Safety Dance to the rhythm of a Tom Petty song. This is definitely one of those “had to be there” moments.
Back to the gym tomorrow, followed by his last cortisone pain shot early Wednesday morning.