Ken is home.
He is sick, exhausted, worn out, and snot is everywhere.
It is so good to see him!
He slept on the drive home from the airport, then crawled into bed as I unloaded the car. The night interrupted with hideous coughs and nose blows.
I sleep diagonal in the â€œcootie freeâ€ guest room.
All is almost right with our world!
PS… I have been informed by those in the know, that I am a terrible poet! To that, I say harumph..