I woke up deathly ill. Puhg got going right away. He turned on the humidifier and brought we a glass of water, he set up my little nose steamer gadget. I laid in bed, drowning in mucus. He made me a hot tea. He said he was going for a walk, so I said I'd join. Some fresh air, some sun. We had to walk very slow, but I made it. He went for his usual little coffee at the neighborhood spot. I went to the fancy natural food store to look for anything I'd be able to eat. I got a bachelor loaf of brioche and some organic ginger ale. I remembered it was Valentines. Puhg brought me a bouquet yesterday, and a second for my galpal, whose birthday we missed. It was a pink assortment, and I gave it to her at the Mexican restaurant last night, after Puhg dropped me off for Galentines. I look for a little snack for my guy. I decide on fancy apple fig newtons, but when I get to the register I realize I don't have my wallet. I go outside and get Puhg and have him come in and pay for me. At home I take a scalding hot shower. I make toast and watch an episode of Love on the Spectrum. In the living room. It's so strange to be in the living room during the day. Our house rules, as established in Covid, is that Puhg gets main room until about 8 PM every night, and I get bedroom and/or trot around town. I fall asleep, probably around 9:30 AM. I don't get up until 3. I'm caked in snot and my body is sore. I shower again and ask if Puhg will drive me to Burger King. He had plans to game with his friend in Arizona, but he pushes it so he can take me for fries and an Impossible Whopper I don't finish. Happy Valentines to Puhg.
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| Walking into the Eras movie, October 14, 2023 |
