I'm sitting here waiting for Aiden to return from the stupid grocery store. Why? Because my dumb body is not going to ever decide whether this particular virus is gone, I guess.
All day I laid in bed whining about Cocoa Pebbles. And sleeping. And watching Hulu but that was during the whining.
He kept offering to go forage at Ye Olde Safeway. I kept being pathetic and what I saw as brave and declining his gallant offers.
The day could not end without them, so he remembered my need for Orange Hi-C when feeling icky and started to head out.
Then he asked if he could just get it from-
NO. It's not the same if it's not on ice and in a McDonald's cup.
I don't know why.
He just returned and has successfully hunted and gathered my supplies to pout into my Pebbles and then go to sleep drunk on Hi-C goodness.