Readers, I’m sick. Studly Doright is also sick. We both have different symptoms. His are upper respiratory in nature, mine have kept me tethered to the toilet. Fun, fun, fun.
We’ve had to take turns caring for one another over the past four days. Neither of us are good nurses under the best conditions, and certainly these conditions aren’t good.
I hope we’re both headed towards our own warped versions of normal. In the meantime, this little girl has been my constant companion.
Patches would’ve made a fine nurse.