Gary began feeling much better the other day – so much so that he surprised me with a kiss. There has been no kissing for these three months while he has potentially fought off the virus.
In the afterglow of The Kiss we sat in the same room and watched the same television, another thing we haven’t done in months. During his confinement he seems to have gotten out of the habit of interrupting the television every 20 seconds to share his opinion. God willing he won’t pick that up again.
Months ago we were in the midst of a session of Mansions of Madness when the whole of America heard what was up in the rest of the world (and then left the house to buy all the toilet paper). Of course we couldn’t get back to it until last night.
I rolled the dice one time, made one move, and Gary decided Rachel Maddow was more appealing than Cluthulu and his minions. It would seem that I have preserved this game, in situ, on the dining table for three months, for absolutely no reason.