I am ill.
I shall rally heroically, of course – never fear, my fans! – and recover quickly, but the combination of late nights, cold air, exposure to the sniffling hoards of humanity and the shouting (oh, the glorious shouting!) has finally brought me low. Briefly.
In spite of the many things I wanted to do today, the thing I mostly did was sleep. Two bowls of ice cream were also consumed, and Husband has gone out to fetch me a milkshake, but the sleeping was the big event on my calendar. As he was leaving to do this nice thing for me, this happened:
ME: I can’t believe I slept that long and I’m still tired!
HIM: About an hour and a half ago, you were calling out to me –
ME: (puzzled look)
HIM: Yeah, you were calling me, louder and louder, so I came in and checked and you were sound asleep.
ME: Really? (ponders)
HIM: (kisses me on the forehead) Mmhmm. (begins to leave)
ME: (thoughtfully) I don’t think that really happened
HIM: (stops, turns) When you talk in your sleep, it didn’t happen. But when I talk in my sleep, you put it on Facebook!
ME: Not always. Sometimes I tweet it. And I have a blog now. You don’t have a blog.
HIM: (slumps, visibly defeated by this logic)