Blair sat under his tree outside his office building.
He watched the sky as the huge front came overhead
It was amazing how the clouds seemed to be racing to meet the sun.
He laid back and enjoyed his afternoon off.
He didn't mean to but he relaxed too much but he fell asleep.
He started getting uncomfortable. His feel a little dampness, but just rolled over onto his side, rather than wake up all the way.
He soon learned it was a mistakes.
The skies opened and the rain fell in sheets.
His wonderful nap ended with soaking wet clothing and dripping hair.
He could just imagine what Jim would do to him for this.
A little case of Bronchitis last month had put Jim into mother hen for hell mode.
Blair unhappily slid into his car and drove home, hoping not the meet up with Jim.
God did not smile on him. Jim was home and his first sight of Blair jumped the mother hen into the drill Sergeant version.
Jim was on a roll. He gave more orders in the first five minutes than he had in the last three months
Blair complied with each of them. They had been there before. He didn't do it quietly but he knew he had to. Take a hot shower. He really wanted to do that. Take the inhaler because Jim could hear some rattles in his lungs. He didn't want to do it.
Blair loved that Jim wanted him to be healthy but really, Jim did more mothering than
Naomi had in the last 10 years.
Blair curled up on the couch watching a silly show about weird machine challenges and smiled.
Life was good.
The end.