Last week I got to watch him sniffle live on Skype, and this week I get to do the sniffling myself.
I told him I should have made him sleep in his car in the garage so I wouldn’t have caught it, and he tried to tell me that I could have caught it at church, since he saw lots of people coughing and sniffling there. Maybe so–but none of those people sleep in my bed. (P.S. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still thrilled, THRILLED, to have my husband back. In sickness and in health and all that.)
This will help provide a perfect Fall break activity for the kids later this week: they can bring me steaming chicken soup in bed, wipe my weary brow with a cool cloth, and gently fan me with giant palm fronds.
P.S. Speaking of Dean being sick in the more positive sense of the word, he was in the Deseret News yesterday, on the front page of the Utah section below the fold, for a story on that research he’s been doing on glucose as an energy source. Here’s a link to the story on their website.