When I’m sick (and mildly annoyed with any and everything), there’s nothing I crave more than comfort.
So to make myself feel better, I selfishly pulled Bob away from his studies and took him with me to Bareburger for brunch. We filled up on fried chicken and waffles (and fries and bacon) until we were chased out of there by a very persistent bee who wanted all of my maple-coated bacon to himself. Greedy.
After we got home, I melted into Bob’s big bear hug and said, “I’m in a much better mood now”. I’m completely fine with being the kind of person who can feel pacified by a good meal. And the wonderful company helps too.