Deb sometimes laments that, “The only time you really needed me, I abandoned you!” To be fair, this was 36 days before we married, New Years 2000, and I had a norovirus that knocked me flat *and* meant I had no business being near my soon-to-be in-laws. So Deb spent her last single New Years with Mom & Dad, and I turned off the TV after London welcomed in the new millennium. (I think it was London. Metropolitan area with accents? I was a little hazy about details.) Since then I have been the lucky care-giver — COVID had her sleeping for two days, and I was all “I get worse colds than this!” (I took the home test to cover the bases, and the line went dark before I set the timer, so okay fine COVID whatever…) But I suppose my turn could come.