Saturday, March 25, 2006

You're gonna make me lonesome when you go

I am at that crappy phlegm-in-my-throat stage of my recent cold. I can't seem to clear it, no matter how much I clear my throat or cough or drink tea. The worst part of being sick was getting S sick, because when I was feeling cruddy, it was nice to be cuddled and kissed, and then wa-bam! He feels cruddy, too.

Last night he sounded quite baritone when we talked on the phone. I joked that he sounded like my cousin Jeremy, and that it seemed at any moment he would say something hilarious and maybe vaguely wise and parental, much like my cousin. He ran with it, because S knew Jeremy before I knew S, and I could not stop laughing at how eerie the vocal resemblance was.

We hung out today—had breakfast, browsed books at Barnes & Noble, talked—and S looked kind of pitiful, which is probably how I looked on Monday and Tuesday, so I felt right in cuddling before he crashed.

New favorite beverage: licorice tea. Apparently a former mutual friend of ours introduced S to it in high school, and I am hooked.

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