I have some really awesome friends. Most specifically, LC. He lives nearby and has been the best, especially in the last few days. He checked in on me ever so often since the Guy went away last week, and we had some fun times together. Then, on Monday, I fell ill. Nothing serious, just the consequences of dehydration and exhaustion and junk food. And LC came over in the morning, made me breakfast, and sat next to me until I finished it all. He came over again early in the evening, with food (and again, served me a generous portion and watched with parental strictness as I ate). He kept checking in on me through the day, and came over again next morning. He made me sandwiches and cut up a big bowl of fruits and made me finish it all. (The Guy would be amazed at how obediently I ate up.) I felt like doing a little victory dance at the end of it, like my little niece does, and holding up my plate and turning it upside down and lisping, "I finisssssssed."
LC is going to make some lucky woman a great partner.
Blade came over too, with fruits (including a huge bunch of bananas, for the swarm of monkeys I never knew I had hidden in my house). She kept calling me and asking if I needed anything. Even though she wasn't well herself.
And I wasn't even that ill. Just weak and groggy. And would have been depressed if it hadn't been for these awesome friends who pampered me so much I'm almost looking forward to falling ill again.
Another friend sent me a book with a lovely little note in it, hoping "it would keep me occupied while the Guy was away". It was such a sweet gesture.
I know you guys read this. Thank you for being so wonderful. How could someone as cynical, self-centred and annoying as me have such great friends?