I’ve been sick but kept going to work and finally went to urgent care on the way from work. My husband called me while I was there and told me to drive straight home and he’ll take care of the rest. While I was in urgent care he went and got pizza and salad (we have pizza infrequently so it’s a treat), and then he drove to pharmacy. He now sits there and for whatever reason prescription got delayed. While sitting there he texted if I want any over the counter stuff. We live in a very congested area and it’s rush traffic. Driving around isn’t a picnic.

I think it’s love. Kind of love is a verb meaning. That’s what I think love is.