The trouble with being sick is that you can’t get anything done.
You can’t go outside. (It’s far too cold.) You can’t go out to eat. (Who knows how it’ll affect your stomach?) You can’t make friends at a bar. (Alcohol and DayQuil certainly don’t mix.)
Nobody texted me back.
I checked back to my initial texts: One sent at 11:40 a.m. The next sent at 12:59 p.m. The third at 1:41 p.m.
The message in each was exactly the same: “Hey, I’d love to see you. It’s been too long. Want to meet up later?”