Me: “No. I just woke up, and I’m still feeling the wine from last night.”
Nettl (around 3:30): “Do you want me to get your cold meds now?”
Me: “No. They’ll just make me sleepy.”
Nettl: (around 10:00, standing over me with a glass of water, two little pills, and a stern demeanor): “You’re taking these and that’s the end of it. You’re not making this decision.”
Now I’m wide awake, but I admit I feel better.
