Back from the drugstore where I bought multiple cough and flu remedies. My wife is quasi-improving although this morning her eyes looked like something from a zombie movie. One glance and I immediately washed my hands. She's coughing when not scoffing at the doctor's prediction that she'd be almost back to normal by today.
"Normal" is not the right word. Her shopping instructions were clear: "Get anything that has the word 'severe.'"
I've told her that from now on her meals will be limited to pizza, pancakes, and cheese crisps. They can be slipped under a door.
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