First of all, gotta love it when you look at your referral stats and see that someone from the Pentagon's been looking at your blog.
And on a totally unrelated note . . . earlier this week, as I was sitting on my couch in my red flannel pajamas with a box of tissues, blowing my nose every five seconds, I realized how much I miss having someone take care of me when I'm sick. I absolutely despise being sick -- I'll admit, I get a little whiny, and all I want is to get better as soon as possible. I really miss the days when I was in a relationship, and someone was there to fetch me soup, orange juice, tissues, movies, an extra blanket, or whatever I needed. Someone who would look at me lovingly despite my red flannel pajamas and my matching red nose, or just sit and rub my legs, feet, or forehead when I was too sick to do anything more than crash on the couch.
Now that I have good friends in the neighborhood, many of whom are single, I almost feel like we have a duty to each other to deliver soup, tissues, cold remedies, or whatever when someone's knocked down with the plague. I would have loved to have a friendly face stop by the other day, and I'm sure any of my friends would appreciate the gesture. Sure, you might catch a cold, but what goes around comes around, whether it's the sniffles, or chicken soup. Personally, I prefer wonton when I'm sick, just for the record.