My husband was supposed to go to lunch with me today, but when he called around 11 o’clock, I knew immediately that we weren’t going anywhere. He’d been starting to get a man cold the night before and it blossomed into a full-blown flu by late morning.
Since I was at loose ends for lunch, I got food, sugar-free cough drops and Sprite Zero and brought it home for him. He took one cough drop and didn’t eat or drink anything all day long.
I came home after work and made a big pot of potato soup. Finally he got up and ate some of the soup with crackers. He sat woozily on the couch with me as I watched "House" and "Psych," then retreated to the bedroom to go back to sleep.
Needless to say, our weekend plans are all being cancelled one by one. If things had gone according to plan, I’d be watching a band play right now. Instead I’m in my pajamas watching "Best Week Ever."
I’m sleeping on the couch tonight in the hope that it’ll help keep me from catching Germy Boy’s illness. Wish me luck.
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