|Love In The Time Of Influenza
||[Feb. 4th, 2013|11:00 am]
Three weeks into our bout of the flu, my wife and I, Sunday, were feeling better enough that we tried to kiss. This made us cough. My brilliant wife murmured "Love In The Time Of Influenza", which made us both laugh, which made us both cough until we had to sit, and that was the end of our attempt at the faintest degree of romance.|
I've found that sometimes the most romantic thing I can do when the Unindicted Co-Conspirator is under the weather is emulate a hot-water bottle. I curl up beside her and murmur softly, "Gurgle, gleep."
It's the little things that keep us going...
Laughing so much that it makes you cough, even when it doesn't take much, is the very best kind.
When I cough like that when I'm sick, I have taken to wetting my pants, and not just a little bit. Enough that I have to change shoes, too.
I'm sorry you both still aren't feeling well. :(
The other day I discovered a building in downtown L.A. named after Gabriel Garcia Marquez, and it's near Mono Street. (No, I did not make that up.)
2013-02-11 05:51 pm (UTC)
Middle Aged Love
Watching The Dear Professor and the wonderful & talented janet is always amazing ~ in this world so few make the right life mate choice , they did and it's always endearing to see them to - gether .
I try too , as I agree it's the little things that make life to - gether special . my lady isn't overly communicative but if I'm gone more than 24 hours she calls to tell me to come home , _RIGHT_NOW_ =8-) .