Steve and I are really abysmal at Valentine’s Day, I’ve decided. This year? We went out for a really nice dinner at Zoot last night. Ever since dinner on Saturday, Steve hadn’t been feeling well. After exquisite food and a bottle of wine, we went home and Steve almost immediately wasn’t feeling well. He lay down, feeling miserable and overly full, and decided it would do him best to just go straight to sleep. And so he did. Until about 2:30 this morning, when he woke up and was retching in the guest bathroom. He came back to bed with the chills, and finally took his temperature, to find out he had a 102° fever. It was a looooong night. I think I slept maybe three hours.
Isn’t it romantic?
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