James is sick.

He has some kind of horrible explosive cough, which came up very suddenly, so he spent last night in that special hell where you catnap for ten minutes, wake yourself up coughing, stagger to the bathroom, stagger back to bed, rinse, repeat.

I, needless to say, spent last night in the rather less special hell reserved for the spouses of people doing this. So I’m bedraggled but alive today, whereas he’s completely destroyed, the poor guy.

Other people in the office have had this, and it seems to be largely a twenty-four hour affair, so hopefully he’ll be back on his feet tomorrow, probably in time for me to come down with it.

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