Back on His Feet

I'm looking forward to going for a walk tonight. I haven't gone for a walk for several days now because Sam has not been feeling well. He came down with a cold on Monday morning and although he went to school, the cold got worse and he spent the next couple of days at home - which is very unusual for him. He’s been pretty wiped out.

Every morning, before I leave for work, I peek into the darkness of Sam’s room. Usually, he stirs around and then he slips out of the darkness, stumbles over to me, and then gives me a hug before I leave. The last couple of mornings though- nothing. He just slept.

Because he’s been under the weather, I haven't gone for a walk. There's no reason in the world why I shouldn't go for a walk by myself, but it isn't my habit. And really, the walk itself is not the reason I go to begin with.

This morning, when I peeked into his room, I was almost bowled over. Sam came bounding out of bed and exclaimed, “I think I'm cured!” Then he followed it with a couple of sniffs, I think in order to prove to himself, that it was true.

He was heading off to school today, and we'll see how it goes when I get home. With any luck, tonight we'll both be going for a walk together.