Actually, no. The odd hours I have been keeping playing nurse to my beloved have taken their toll. Take last night: every time I fell asleep, he'd have a coughing fit. But I am happy to report that he's on the road to recovery. A call to the doctor helped with that. It turns out that his body wasn't responding to the flu medication he had, so I marched off to the drugstore. Have you been to the drugstore in the middle of a Sunday afternoon? Kinda scary. There are so many depressing things going on. First of all, it smells in there. Maybe it's the sick people... There was the young couple making out while looking at the photos they had picked up. An elderly man was staring vacantly at the diarrhea medications. The voice on the speaker kept requesting "code 1 to cosmetics". There was a random guy combing all the aisles chanting "bug spray" over and over. I assume he was trying not to forget what he came in for. That voice again! What is a "code 1"? I walked through cosmetics, and no one was there! Anyway, I got the medications on my list and headed to the register. On the way I passed the seasonal aisle. It was a shamble of un-given Valentine gifts. I found an adorable little tiny stuffed dog to cheer Richard up. At the front of the store, the cashier at the only open register was chewing chomping gum. God I hate that...

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