El Bro has been sick, for the first time in a long while. He's like me; we never get sick. Which comes at a great time, what with the mad fixing around the house, cleaning, and rearranging we are doing, but it can't be helped.
I went into the living room, where he sleeps these days, and asked if he minded me in there and he said no, he liked the company. So then I felt bad for sitting there and ignoring him while I studied.
In an unexpected twist, after being sick all weekend and all day, he was suddenly bouncing off the walls this evening; quite hilarious.
I think that means he's getting better.