So, we got up and at 'em on Saturday, intending to Do A Lot Of Stuff. Mrs Stevie snarled that she was feeling a bit out of sorts and I would have to drive her around as she did her chores (getting in the communion wine for the church and then setting up the altar), after which I could get on with my chores.
Luckily for me, Mrs Stevie had a nasty turn, with her heart going into overdrive so fast'n'furiously that it wouldn't pump blood fast enough to supply her brain with the oxygen it needed to harass and cuss at me. Thinking this might be a heart attack in progress I took her to an Urgent Care facility, where they took one look and called an ambulance, and we decamped for the Emergency Room of Good Samaritan Hospital where we would spend the next 12 hours.
Let me just say that if you have a Saturday to kill, almost anything beats sitting in an Emergency Room waiting for Mrs Stevie to regain full control of her lungs and vocal chords.
We finally got home around midnight. We tried a small argument, but neither of our hearts was in it. Mrs Stevie's was loaded with Beta Blockers for one thing.
And so to bed, there to ponder what new annoyances tomorrow would bring.