I spent the majority of my day writing my novel. That, and asking Fahim what he needs to help him feel better. Fahim didn’t go to work today – not feeling well enough. He spent a good portion of the day in bed, curled up, sleeping, or at least napping.
I feel sorry for him.
We needed a few things from the store. So what happens? Do I go? Are you kidding me?
Fahim insists that he’s fine enough to go, so he does, and without me.
Well, it’s true, he was fine enough. He did go, he did make it, and he’s back home safe and sound. But still, for crying out loud, he’s sick. Fahim, buddy, take it easy, will ya?
