David made me smile. He made me laugh. He made me sigh happily. He made me wish I could see him more often than once every few months.
He also made me sick. This sore throat? Stuffy head? Sneezing? Coughing? Inability to sleep? All his fault.
If I'd known how icky I was going to feel because of him before he got here, would I have told him not to come?
Not for the world.
Since he left, I've done one row of Intolerable Cruelty and started the second Falling Leaves sock. I'm not feeling up to going to the S'nB this week, but I'll try to get in some knitting time between Tylenol doses.