Friday night I couldn't sleep. See, Nathan caught a cold, and naturally, since my immune system is broken, I caught it from him despite daily doses of vitamin C and Airborne. By Friday evening the sore throat and congestion had turned into one of those coughs that made me sound like a barking seal. FavoriteBoy got up in the middle of the night to get me a glass of water, though; isn't that so Sheldon Vanauken of him? And on Saturday morning, when I realized that I had completely lost my voice, FavoriteBoy whispered with me all morning.
He's the best.