Herself: Being an unwilling participant in the cold of the year.
Balance: This day, doing nothing with a smile was all I could manage.
“Do they want you to come in and infect everyone?” G asked.
“I’m all by myself in the back room.”
“That’s good,” he said blowing me an air kiss.
I missed the real kiss, but it is a far better thing than he getting the cold too.
Parting remarks, “I suppose I'll get it too.”