As has been mentioned in this blog before, The Wife is to my eyes primarily ectothermic. By saying that I don't mean personality-wise, she's very sweet and vibrant, brassy and not-demure. But, she does depend heavily on outside sources of heat to maintain an appropriate internal homeostasis.
I've spent a couple nights now slogging through a pretty good fever. Nothing extravagant, 101-ish or so. And in retrospect, as sweet and sympathetic as she's been, I can't help thinking that somewhere in the back of her head, there is a little voice that says "right ooon!" when she gets under the sheets with my feverish self.
I know she means me no harm, and doesn't want me to suffer -- but there is this little thrill of glee that runs through her when she realizes how damned hot I am when I have a fever going. I know there is.
Enjoy the simple, sometimes Machiavellian, realities of physical partnership,
Bp
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Bah!
You know it's true.
Ha! I'm sure whatever was removed was probably not a big deal, but it looks pretty funny.
It will forever remain a mystery LOL
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