Rob is much improved today, so clearly my strategy of leaving him with a quiet house while I went to drink medicinal whiskey was the appropriate choice. He’s still horribly congested but is starting to be able to breathe through his nose. Although he says he doesn’t get quite enough oxygen that way.
I mostly hung out and was quiet today, aside from making soup. See! I am a good caregiver. I made him soup. And toast.
And then I went out to dinner with friends. But he was fine, really.
