Brian slept in a little this morning. I figured he must need it, so I just let him.
When he finally got up and dressed, he came into the office and tells me how cold it is down by the pool. Yeah, I know. And I'm dreading walking this morning.
"Why, because it's so cold?"
So, he's checking out his email, then grabs a tape measure and walks out the door. He comes back in.
"I think maybe I don't want to go, either."
Yeah, we're both in delicate flower mode...