My poor, dear, suffering spousal unit has contracted a nasty cold. When he called me tonight, he sounded just a few steps from death’s door. I’m ashamed to say that one of my first thoughts was “Crap, I hope this doesn’t mean we’ll have to miss the party on Saturday.”
He got some OTC meds and he went to bed early tonight. I’ll be there tomorrow night to feed him chicken soup and do all that stuff to help him feel better. But I’m an engineer, dammit, not a doctor!
Please, please, please! Concentrate your healing vibes on Baltimore and Havre de Grace (I know he’ll go to work on Thursday - that’s just the way he is) Together, we can make this happen! And if not, what can I give him to help him sleep Saturday away so I can come to the party alone and he won’t miss me?? [sub]It’s a joke - don’t tell him I said that![/sub]
Healthy thoughts, happy thoughts…