Hubby Tony's been sick with the flu (along with, it seems like, most of the St. Louis metropolitan area). He went to the Urgent Care today. Turns out he has pneumonia. He came home with his medicine, ate dinner, and stretched out on the couch with a blanket.
When the kids were sick, I always took care of them by making them comfortable and keeping them company. Even though he's an adult, I asked Tony if I could read to him. He agreed. I started with a Mark Twain selection, Poe's The Tell-Tale Heart, and then moved on to some other classic American Literature. Soon he was asleep! I tiptoed out of the room.