Prunes
(Just for background reference, I caught a cold from my boyfriend who caught it from the country of Singapore.)
I realized this morning on the shuttle that being sick is slowly turning me into an old man. I find myself doing a bunch of old man stuff: I do an achy shuffle when I walk, I find loud noises and bright lights over-stimulating, I only want to eat bland food, and I find myself unequivocably attracted to prunes. Okay maybe not the last part about prunes, but all the other stuff is true. Real old man stuff. Gimme a couple more days and I’ll start wearing sweater cardigans and newsboy caps (hey wait, that kind of sounds like somebody at work…)

You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to become an old man. I would say two and a half years, but that’s disingenuous. I knew you WAY before we started dating…
I get to be the nurse.