
well-

Let me tell this story John.

In fact, I believe I can kill two asks with one response, if you’ll pardon the cliche.

One midwinter’s eve, I was sitting at home alone, enjoying a placatory cup of my favorite tea, when suddenly…

… and to my amazement, I heard the soft strains of bad eighties rock wafting through my solitude.

Heedful of the below-freezing temperature outside, I bundled up in my winter coat.

And after (inadequately) preparing for what was to come, I ventured outside…

… and peered over the rail, only to witness (with little surprise by this point),

John Egbert, wearing the flimsiest of winter coats, just arrived from a three-mile hike through the woods, holding what was most certainly not a boombox but an iPod and a pair of speakers.
Suffice to say, I was quite moved by his devotion.

Even if his choice of winter wear was somewhat lacking for the circumstances.
it wasn’t that bad!

John, you were sick in bed with the flu for three days.

…it was worth it.
I had to take care of you.
i’m sorry!
It’s okay.