Just as I was getting over being sick, then it was Sly’s turn. Lucky (?) for him, he caught something completely different. Even though he couldn’t taste much of anything, at least he was able to eat.
So I cooked and cooked and pickled and baked. Which is pretty much the only way my unaffectionate self really knows how to show love. And besides Sly’s bday, it’s really the only time I cook.
Guess Sly should get sick more often.