Week 10

I believe in my lackadaisical/overworked/confused state this is in reality week 11 for us, we have never been that good with time in regards to passing of the moons. Ask anybody and they will tell you we have been dating for eight years, because that is what we have been telling everyone for the last two and a half years. I think we actually just caught up with our actual eight year anniversary. It is our own fault in trying to celebrate based on the Lunar New Year, one year it is in January the next February, is it a rabbit or is it a tiger anniversary?
This last week was amazing, we did practically nothing, but we did it on the same work schedule. Our schedules aren't completely in sync but that is for the best as regards to our tiny hot water heater trying to supply showers for two, which is four times the amount it can deliver in one go. Previously our days together were spent kissing one another good morning, goodbye, hello, and goodnight. Now we have time for smooches, regarding 'that was a nice walk', 'what a nice day', or one of my favorites 'I am actually coherent enough to know what you are talking about' so here is a kiss.
I have been on and off with a cold for the last two weeks, one of those annoying ones that just gets you sick enough that you feel like the crud on the bottom of a boot by the end of the day but the morning brings false hope of recovery. Steph's immune system (knock on wood) has been sturdy and the only nicks in its defenses has been allergies, something we were hoping would be alleviated here as our previous forays into Mexico had abolished nasal irritations.
We both ended up with two days off in a row this week, which didn't line up with each other, because of a Mexican holiday we were owed. Like icicles after a long freeze it felt good to shed some of that extra weight and let ourselves melt a little. This job builds a shell around you, it works you to the bone. But it is also fantastic in that it is easy, everyday is challenging in regards that you are an actor on stage for 56 hours a week. You act to everyone, customers, coworkers, managers and so on but those hours fly, they soar. I get to the end of Tuesday and often am psyched that I only have four days left to my week. This island allows you to cultivate the time you have off and treat it like taffy. You can pull it, stretch it, and fold it back over on itself. The only time you regret it is when you realize you didn't take full advantage of it. More importantly the masks you wear at work never stop the beauty of Cozumel from coming in, they just block the people who try to make you forget about it. And don't get me wrong, we work with a lot of people who wear much brighter and beautiful masks than us and we spend a lot of our time looking each other in the eye garnished with knowing winks.
Speaking of masks it is Carnaval in this neck of the woods, it aint no Rio, but last Sunday I went to the square to see the first performances, a kind of sneak peak.