“I’m aware.”
“Stay in bed.”
“I wasn’t planning on running a marathon.”
He gave me a look that told me he wasn’t amused.
“And order dinner. Don’t cook anything.”
I managed a weak laugh.
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m not joking, Yoli.”
“Neither am I. Now go before you’re late.”
Before leaving, he filled my water bottle, placed my medication on the nightstand, and sent a message to our children reminding them to come straight home after school.