Lately, I sort of miss that there's no one to tell me I look nice before I leave the house. No one asks what time I'll be home, or worries when I'm late. No one will feed the cats if I'm in a rush, or feed me when I run out of tuna.
I've been laid out with a nasty cold this week. Last night, through all the coughing, I was a bit concerned that I might actually die in my sleep. I'd give up all the niceties listed above, just to have someone in bed next to me, who could wake me up at 3am and say, "Sweetie, you're choking on your lung, there. Be careful."