The mister and I are not really used to being apart. We are probably disgusting in our desire to just be near each other, whether we’re engaged in the same activity or not.
Right now, I have a sick Rick. Normally, I’d sigh and realize that I’m going to get his damn germs at some point anyway and grin and bear it. In a time of covid, though…
Yeah, we’re occupying way different spaces in the house right now, and both feeling a little pathetic and lonesome. He got tested, but it’ll be 3-5 days before we get a result, making this without question the worst. Weekend. of Waiting.
But, it’s us, so we still find something to laugh at. I’ve mentioned before the uniquely boisterous and jaw droppingly LOUD and completely without warning sneezes. Many times I’ve begged him to give me just a tiny little bit of warning, and he just shrugs and says I get as much warning as he gets.
I’m not sure this is true.
Rick- STRANGLE GOOSE SNEEZE OUT OF NOWHERE
Me, bellowing down the hall to be heard- You know, that’s what’s going to finally kill me… a freakin heart attack from you startling the crap out of me by SNEEZING!
Rick, bellowing back- Well, I’ll be right there next to you with my lungs on the floor!
A little later, as he peers into the office, observing me typing away diligently.
Rick- Whatcha doin?
Me, with raised brows- WRITING.
Rick- Well I didn’t know that, I just know that you’re sitting there with a bright white screen.
Me- Yes, like a clean sheet of paper just waiting for the flow of words on it
Rick- or like maybe a web page not found 404
Me- Go to your room!
Rick turns into our shared bedroom.
Me- NO, WRONG! GO TO YOUR ROOM!
Rick- Fine, I’m going to MY room to pout like a twelve year old!
Fifteen years in a couple weeks, in sickness and in health, and we can always find something to laugh at. The last couple of days have been pretty damn scary, but you know? I think it’s the laughter that will get us through.
Curiouser and Curiouser 
Ari. Your insights are always truly awesome
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