I slept in. Robert arrived after noon. We decided to bag brunch at Michael Dean’s, opting for IHOP instead. We had fun watching the workers in there, and that huge black woman “who carried herself so beautifully.”
I was really not up to snuff, with my fever hovering up and down, peaking at 101.5. My throat is really hurting now. Gonna go to the doc tomorrow.
Robert left so as not to catch anything I might have. Not exactly the way we’d planned the one year anniversary of our non-relationship, but we did celebrate nonetheless.