Saturday in General musings

While nursing my cold/cough on Friday, I watched a 1970 version of "Wuthering Heights", which sometimes frighteningly feels like my life. So on Saturday morning, when the texts started with how hubby is this morning? So I said to hub, "Heathcliff wants to know how you are this morning Edgar." He continued texting eventually sending a sad face when I didn't reply. So I wrote back that I'd gotten up late and we spacy from my cold meds. As the day progressed he wrote that he was trying to find a watch repair kit so he could put a new battery the the watch I gave him. (trying to make points?) Then he sent me a photo message of the bird house we hung years ago in his yard, buried in the snow (trying to remind me of the days I practically lived there, and things we did together?)