Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Icky sicky

There are far, far worse things than this cold - or whatever it is I'm cooking - and I thank my lucky stars that all I'm dealing with is a runny nose, sore throat and crazy fatigue.

But still, eeew to being sick. And a one finger salute to germs while I'm at it.

November 16 & 17, 2009




Thank heavens for tissues with lotion, Halls cough drops, chicken soup, hot tea, a kind husband, and a 1992 Christmas magazine with a handful of Christmas crochet crafts in it.

1 comment:

Allan Wilson said...

Dear Peanutsmom:
I just found out you reprinted my essay One Day I Will Lie Down Beside You. I don't mind, in fact I appreciate it. I do however prefere the longer version in the anthology Nobody's Father.
If you want write and tell me about your son, as you already know something about my Josh.
Allan Wilson