Is it over yet?

Remember the sinus headache I mentioned? It's not really gone. I've drifted into a kind of numbness, during which I deluded myself into thinking I was well enough to run an errand and jot downtown to visit a friend with Didgeridoo Boy yesterday. Um - no. Coming home and having some soup signaled being served a wee dram of hell.

But in the midst of it, I had one of *those* marital educational moments:

You know you're good and properly sick when your darling, precious Puck of a husband strides into the living room, takes one look at you bundled up on the couch, bends down a bit, *stares* right into your face, and asks, "What the hell happened to you?"

Should I mention here that Didge has an intense dislike for that song?