Austin's still sick, so on the phone yesterday he was telling me about his day.

A: I made tea today with your leftover peach stuff.
J: Oh, good! How'd you like it?
A: Well, I think I made it wrong. The water didn't get hot enough so it just tasted like warm water. Other than that it was good.
J: I'm sorry.
A: I know. I was wishing you were here to make it for me because you know how to make good tea.

At which point I proceeded to give him some tea pointers. Of all the months we've spent apart, I think we've handled it pretty well. Even all of the wedding planning doesn't matter too much, but that was definitely the worst. Knowing he's sick and has to take care of himself is not a nice feeling. I told him to pretend I was brushing his hair off his forehead and feeling his face, but it's still not the same. rrgh.