I've succumbed to the virus swirling around the office. Despite my best efforts involving lots of fresh fruit and oil of oregano, my sinuses are congested and head throbbing.
Of course. My husband is on his way home after a six-week absence.
He phoned just a few minutes ago.
"I'm in the truck. I'm in the truck on the highway. I'm in the truck on the highway driving south."
I'll believe it when he walks through the door.