~ another Saskatchewan sunset ~

Yes, Scott has West Nile.
He is home again today, resting. Not that he'd stay home and rest when I told him to, for the past few weeks. Hell no, there was work to be done, man! But the public health nurse called last night after he'd had a relapse yesterday, and that was her advice. Take it easy, she said, in order to get over it. He then got busy and passed on some of his jobs and stayed home, sleepy and achy, today. And, like most men when they're not feeling well, he is looking for some extra attention. Hugs and kisses at the very least. I am keeping his water glass full and taking his afternoon tea to where he is stretched out on the couch in front of the TV in the basement. But since he ignored me before and didn't rest when I told him to, but instead went to work and got himself run down and now is paying for it ... how much sympathy do you think I feel for him? Nada, that's how much. Oh, I am a hard one.