Today I am sick. Most likely with a bad cold and dear God, I'm certain that nobody has ever been sicker. (sarcasm) But seriously, sickness is a lonely business. At least it is in my household. I just want to be babied and coddled but my husband has flown the coop. He, of course, has legitimate concerns. Although he's been laid off and doesn't have to be anywhere, we are involved in a self-directed remodel of our rental home in a different county. He has laid about for many days without any attacks of conscience but after I spent one day at home with chills, fever, and post-nasal drip, he is gone, Baby, gone. As I sit here in my library quiet house, I am remembering one of my lesser, albeit important, reasons for getting married. I detest being alone, especially when sick. Oh, there are times when it's pretty delicious to be solitary and pursue trivial pursuits of fancy when I'm well. But when I'm sick, I really look to my mate to soothe my feeli
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