I called Him this morning to arrange our meeting–and almost didn’t recognize His voice. His voice, usually a warm mid-range tone was deep and raw.
Yes, M is sick.
Really wicked awful sick.
I cancelled with Him. Told Him that He needed to stay home, to sleep, to heal. He would have come to meet me, would have had our time together, but I could tell His energy was not good. So we’ll reschedule when He is better, likely after the holidays. Hopefully we’ll get some face time in before the holiday’s but we’ll see how He is feeling. That is the most important thing.