I love being an independent woman. But right now, I understand why people keep significant others and cars around. I am so sick. Disgusting, phlegm spewing sick. In describing my current situation, I told someone that I am "Typhoid Mary-sick, patient zero in a worldwide pandemic-sick." And there is nothing worse than being incredibly sick and having to take the bus, or worse, walk to the store. So right now, at this very moment, I wish I had car, or a boyfriend who would walk to the store for me. But mostly, I wish I had a car.