Me: (crawling from my bed to the living room, using all my will power after another practically sleepless night) Good morning.
Hank: (congested) Good morning, mama.
Me: (shocked) How are you feeling.
Hank: Yes, a bit better.
Hank: Yes, really.
Me: Good. Then get in the shower you have a doctor’s appointment.
Hank: (cough, cough) Argh!
Hank: I don’t feel well anymore.
Me: (shaking my head) I need coffee.