It's 66 degrees here, according to my little temperature gadget on my laptop and Jimmy's wearing a long sleeve shirt plus a quilted flannel shirt over that...I think he's cold. I jokingly asked him who he'd been kissing over the weekend, because he's come down with a nasty cold and sore throat and sounds awful. I just hope he's better by Thursday when he has a doctor's appointment. Heaven forbid that he should go see the doctor WHEN he's sick.
That reminds me of an excuse I often heard when I was working in a doctor's office. Patients with scheduled appointments would call in and say that they didn't think they could keep their appointment because they were sick, so could we reschedule them for another time...bla bla bla.
Now come on! Isn't being sick the best time to see your doctor? I even asked Jimmy if he wanted to go see the doctor today at our local walk-in clinic and he said that he thought he'd wait until he felt better, maybe tomorrow.