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Rui came back this morning with a few stalks of daffodils. He helped himself to the empty vase that was sitting on my shelf and filled it with water for the flowers. It was the vase that used to house the camellias. The middles of the daffodils looked like miniature setting suns, while their petals were a pale yellow.
I like them.
My cough and runny nose are getting better, but my temperature is still high today. I thanked Rui for the flowers and asked what's for breakfast, to which he joked that bell peppers were cheap at the market today. I didn't think that my disgust showed so apparently on my face, but it did. Rui burst out laughing at my response before saying that he was just going to make some simple gruel for the rest of the day. He doesn't know how to make fancier meals, he said.
It doesn't really matter to me. I'm happy enough to know that he was going to be here for the rest of the day like yesterday.
I still feel awful physically, but I was in a markedly better mood than any patient should.
I'll end this entry here, not because there was nothing left for me to record, but because Rui looked like he was on the verge of warning me against leaving my bed to write instead of rest.