Rough night it was.
Quite a bit of it spent awake. He is sick, and he was running a fever, and I am not a good nurse. And he keeps reminding me that I gave him the flu.
He was ill and couldn’t sleep most of the night. And I was not able to sleep with him hacking and hacking on besides me. And though I know it is only temporary, that he will recover, I could not sleep. Till I remembered that I did have something which could help.
No, I did not remember. I went searching for something, anything. And I got something.
He was able to sleep, after reminding me of how bad a nurse I am. He was contrite, and running a fever, and wrapped himself around me. Slept.
Now I am up. Not feeling very rested after the night.
But the day is beautiful. Golden sunlight on the leaves, green, cool. The song of birds and the knowledge that I am alive. He is sleeping besides me. I know he will be better, but cant help knowing that he is not feeling so good now.
Half of the night I was worried about him. The other half I was furious at 27th. Guess the diatribe did not do much to lift my anger! But when I got up I realized that others had got there before me.
Oh, he will reply, that is the fun of this. But, gloves off, I can do something about that!