I woke up this morning with a bit of a sore throat — nothing to write home about. After getting home from work, for the last five hours, I’ve developed a cold. Never before have I gotten this sick this quickly. There are usually warning signs that I ignore.
What’s also new about this experience is being taken care of while being sick. Hannah went out, willingly, despite my insistence that she not, to get some orange juice, NyQuil, and milk. I like homogenised milk; your disgust is my delight. I stayed home and half-watched a James Bond movie while lying in bed and working on a digital puzzle. When she got home, I said I’d get up and she told me to stay where I was.
I’ve got to say, I’m feeling very fortunate during this time of ailing.