R arrived home from school, trailing germs like perfume. Although, actually, I don’t suppose I had a long enough incubation period to catch whatever he’s got, so possibly R arrived home just in time to have to listen (unsympathetically) to me whine about the cold that’s hit me.
He has apparently been sick since the beginning of November, unable to kick a cold or possibly coming down with one cold after another, so he’s quite brisk about suggesting drugs and keeping his distance. He did, however, go off to Panera to buy me a bowl of autumn squash soup, so I’m not complaining. It’s nice to have him here, even though I barely made it out of bed yesterday and so far have done little better today.
And I thought I had the energy to write a blog post, but finding that link used it all up. I have to go take a nap now. Ugh, I hate being sick.