At any rate, I took the above picture yesterday morning when I was sitting on the edge of my bed coughing up a lung and blowing my nose non-stop. In that moment, when I felt like crap, I looked up and saw my Howard, the little guy who's been at my sick sneezy boring side for the past three days, wrapped up in my blanket, far off in dream land...and it put an immediate smile on my face. As I coughed, and sneezed, he didn't even open his eyes. It was such a funny sight. I texted the pic to my sister and she responded "Howard looks comfortable. If you got to rest like that you'd be 100." And she's right.
I could learn a thing or two from Howard.