...or at least that's how it feels.
the germ was persistent, tenacious and nimble. it moved from my throat, to my chest to my nose, and required no less than four vats of chicken soup to chase it.
but it's gone now, or mostly, and i was feeling well enough to faciliate our intuitive arts circle which - oddly enough - happened to be about Dealing with the Dead.
Beloved has gone to bring his mother back to her new nursing home. meg's at a class, libby's gone to savannah for the week, and i am blessedly, happily, marvelously alone.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
3 comments:
Glad to hear you're feeling better. I was supposed to have some alone time this week, but hubby's trip was cancelled due to the volcanic ash. Another time I guess.
I'm so glad you are feeling better. Enjoy the peace and quiet while you can. I know I enjoy it on the rare occasions I get it.
I'm glad you are feeling better. I have some sort of minor germ, immune system melt-down, but it's better now.
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