i’m feeling much better today, which is a very good thing — because now J. is catching the crud! he is in bed as i type this, curled up under 5 blankets, running a fever and chattering with the chills. poor sweetiepie. it’s even worse for him because he never gets sick. i think tomorrow with be perhaps the 4th sick day he has taken in the 17 years of working for his company.
i am making him stay home, too. he’ll fight about it, but he is not leaving the house. not after all the grief he has given me about being a bad patient this past week. why, he might even have to eat some of my special chicken soup tomorrow as well. oh, the torture.