Sorry that my blogging has been so sparse this week. It might be that way for a little while.
As it turns out, Boyfriend didn't get my nasty cold. He's got the worst case of mono I've ever seen.
Everything is going to be all right eventually, but right now it's very hard on both of us. He's miserable, feverish, nauseated, and weak. And I'm worried, frazzled, emotional, and exhausted. Together we make a fine pair.
I'm learning this week what it means to really worry. It is torture. And I hate how helpless I feel. Watching him be so sick absolutely kills me.
So right now, I just ask that you keep Boyfriend and me in your prayers.