Sick

I hate being sick. More than that, I hate the way I act when I’m sick.

I don’t know why but whenever a bad cold comes on I become a 3 year old child. Seriously. It’s pretty bad. Of course, my partner is just as bad so maybe it is common. That or I rubbed off my sick-time babyness on him, which seems like a much more plausible conclusion.

Alas, here it is, time to go to church and I’m not skipping even though I am totally within my rights to do so given my current ailments because my partner has a solo he doesn’t want me to miss. Yes, I’m doing this for him. Oh, the things we do for love.