Love That Man

As if the sushi-making wasn't enough love and devotion, it is midnight and my man is out buying me new cough and cold supplies. Cheerfully, with a smile and a kiss on his way out the door. Even though he has the same cold/cough and was running his behind off at work all day after a long long night of very little sleep. Not for any fun reasons, the sleeplessness; rather, he was jolted out of an almost-sleep every five minutes because my cough sounds like a kennel full of dogs at feeding time. No one could sleep through a cough like that, cough-er or cough-ee.

In desperation, hoping that someone somewhere would be able to sleep even a little bit, I staggered into my home office to sleep on the floor. And after half an hour, he came in and curled up next to me. That's why I love him.

No word at all on why he loves me, since I rewarded him by barking in his ear all night long. And not in a good way. If there even is a good way to bark in someone's ear. Just thought I'd clarify that, just in case.

Ye gods, what is in this cold medicine, anyway?

Happy Love Thursday!