Saturday night just before bed, Lorso started sniffling and shuffling around the house on my heels in a general state of malcontent.  Sunday morning he felt no better, and I was set to go on a road trip with LG to South Carolina to visit friends I hadn’t seen in a long time, so I felt a little anxious as I packed up the car to the sounds of his snorfling and occasional moaning.  I pondered staying. But the friends I was going to see were ones I hadn’t seen in ages – one was here on a rare visit from the West Coast, and one had a baby a month before LG was born as well as an older child I’d never even met, so I really wanted to make the trip.  Also, there may have been outlet malls along the way.

So I drove away feeling slightly guilty about my fun girls trip (me and my girl, out in the world!) and called to check on him at various points in the trip.

The next morning as I prepared to meet my girlfriends, I called for the update and discovered that Lorso had called in sick to work and was laying on the couch.  “I made a doctor’s appointment.  I’m just feeling so bad, you know?”  It sounded more serious than I’d thought.

To be fair, Lorso does not get sick often.  He generally falls under the “As a Horse” health category.  So I thought it must be something horrible – a sinus infection? The flu? Man mastitis? Ebola virus? The possibilities were staggering.

After a too-short session of I’m So Glad to See Yous and Look At Your Sweet Babies and OMG Did You Hear About So-and-sos with my friends, I packed LG back into the car and headed home. I rang Lorso up, eager to hear what the experts had to say.

Through the sounds of SNIFF and SNORF and SNUFFLE I received the report of the diagnosis.

It was A MAN COLD.

Poor little bunny.

(P.S. I really do hope you feel better soon.)