I was remembering that Friday night. My friend was in town. My mom had come over. We all had plans to go downtown for sushi. A loves sushi. And my mom. And hanging out with my friend. (Yeah, he’s a dream husband.) But, this particular Friday, he wasn’t feeling well, just wasn’t up to it. That was the Friday I became concerned that the lingering cough wasn’t just the result of sleep deprivation due to playing too many videogames . . . and the rest of the story is how the rest of the story goes.
Sometimes I forget, in the midst of paying bills and cleaning the house, I forget how happy I am and how grateful I am that A is here with me. So, I called and asked if he wanted to go get sushi. “Shouldn’t we be saving money?” he asked. “Yeah,” I said. “We should. Let’s do it anyway.” We did. It was lovely, both of us smiling and laughing and ignoring everything else. A’s PICC line neatly tucked away in the armband I knit for him to cover it.