Sickness has been going around our house since the weekend. My son has a really bad cold. So bad that I thought it might be strep, but a visit to the doc yesterday revealed it to be just a cold. He stayed home from school yesterday, and again today.
I now am sick, and my father apparently has it too. He hasn't gotten up yet but he was coughing all night.
They can stay in bed all day to recuperate, but if I do that I'll go broke, not to mention the messes that won't be cleaned up, the food that won't be prepared, the doors that will be left open. The only way I could ever stay in bed sick with peace of mind would be if I lived alone. Oh, well.
I'll leave it up to all of you, readers of this blog, to leave comments in my (hopefully short) absence.
June
About Me
- Ellen Clarke
- A life well-lived must include art. Art in my own life is defined as music, poetry, and prose. I view Creation as a work of art. Like the way a swatch of black velvet gathers dust, I gather to myself bits of good writing - on science, nature, music, and pre-industrial age eating. I am a proofreader and copyeditor, violinist and teacher. I write haiku and novels. I read about astronomy and other sciences. Follow me on Twitter @ecwordsmith
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