Squeamish readers, read no further! We’ve had the flu at our house this week. Not fun. Fortunately the boys were sick first, and I was sick while they were sleeping. Well, mostly. I was still sick in the morning when they woke up (feeling better), and even when I’d stopped I was completely exhausted. There are few realizations more ominous than that you have been sleeping solidly for the past three hours while your children…have not. I was relieved to find them still in the house, even if repairing their unusual mischief was messy and time-consuming. We recovered! And we’re feeling much better today, thank you.
Unfortunately, I seem to have lost my groove. I was on quite the roll before I got sick, but the two days spent in a vomit-filled, nauseated haze might as well have been ripped from reality. (One of my most vivid memories from that time is lying face down on the sofa, composing a riddle about vomit. “What rhymes with ‘comet,’ but looks like a stream…?”) I can’t quite remember what I was working on, what I meant next to do, what I was planning … I’ve been derailed and sidetracked through an excellent Anne McCaffrey novel that I finished today, and now I’m trying to see where to pick up. Aside from the living room floor, I mean. That one is obvious. There’s not really a point to this post, I suppose, other than to say hello! from the other side of a sickness-filled vortex of incoherence that knocked us flat. If my next project seems to come out of nowhere, – this is why.
Also, washing hands in soap and hot water is a basic but excellent way to prevent the spread of disease! Just a friendly PSA from an early victim of the flu. Flu Season! It’s here.
Sorry to hear you’ve been out od sorts – glad to hear your on the mend.
So – where are the times of your “post” local to?
And did you know we leave “Daylight Savings Time” this coming Sunday (which will be Sunday Afternoon for you)?
Oof! That sucks!! I hate it when the little ones are sick. At least we adults know where to project that comet!
I feel for you. It’s so great when your kiddies and you get sick at different times. Anywho, I hope you don’t get sick again.
Shots baby – shots – they don’t always work, but they give you the HOPE that you won’t get it when you see the babies getting it. Then you wash you hands until they are chapped, then if you do get it you know it was “AN ACT OF GOD” and just – well – go with the flow Had mine – you? Well, next year. Actually I’ll bet you qualify for the nasal spray which I hear works better.
I know that am too late for the contest, but thought I would still send you the poem my daughter wrote to go with the crochet shawls that I give to cancer patients.
Shawl Of Hope
This shawl was lovingly made for you and is full of hopeâ€¦
Hope for full and complete healing, hope for full recovery, hope for many arms to comfort you and gentle hands to dry your tears when you think you canâ€™t deal with things anymoreâ€¦
Hope for new beginnings, hope for many tomorrows, hope for a gentle rain to fall on the flowers in the garden of your life and for rainbows that come with the rainâ€¦
Hope for you to realize that you have a lot of people who care about you and love you, people who are hoping with you and for you, and are willing you strength to get through whatever life throws your wayâ€¦ even people you do not knowâ€¦
Cuddle in your â€œShawl of Hopeâ€ and feel the warmth, love, hugs, and strength of those people, and grow strong and full of hope.
Never let your hope grow dim~
Wendy G. Ã“2006