Homesick

(I am video chatting with my dad while he is in Abu Dhabi for work.)

Dad: *COUGH! HACK! COUGH! COUGH!*

Me: “Are you okay?! What’s wrong with you?”

Dad: “I don’t know for sure; I haven’t been to the doctor. It’s probably walking pneumonia.” *HACK! COUGH! COUGH!*

Me: “I’m pretty sure that’s what killed Jim Henson, you know. Speaking of which, please don’t die until after you get back. It’ll be a lot harder to cross international borders as a cadaver!”

Dad: “Eh, won’t matter to me; I’ll be dead anyway. Besides, your mom will probably tell them to just leave me here!”