In addition to the weather prompting far less ambitious plans for the weekend, Michael caught the flu-bug that seems to be making its way around the part of Southern CA. I am simultaneously trying to be sympathetic and play nurse while also cursing under my breath that he had better not contaminate me! So much for being the perfect wife.
I realized, however, that it is not all bad, his being sick. Not for me, at least (it looks as though he feels like crap, and he certainly doesn't sound great). We - or I - usually push so much during the weekends, trying to go and do and see, that laying low is a nice change of pace. I have graded a few compositions, enjoyed a late breakfast, given the dogs some attention. Not bad.
I will, however, miss Michael as my date to a social/work function tonight, but a friend and I will make a nice twosome. Michael's "delicate" condition might provide me with the perfect reason to bolt on the early side, so maybe I won't curse him, even if I end up hacking up my lung later in the week?!