Poetry tonight - at the
Moravian Book Store, 7pm in Bethlehem.
Of course, I may not read much. Small thing about my voice deciding rebellion is a good thing, even if it gets a little collateral damage as the damn cold heads from my nose down to my lungs. Just as the lungs were starting to think breathing is something they can handle and asthma
can be brought under control.
Deb's sick too, stuffed up nodse, sore throat, et al. Rachel is finally kicking the thing, still coughing a bit in the morning and before bed though. Justin still has it bad, and Brandon is just a pitiful little guy when he starts coughing - although he's quick to be all happy smiley at other times. Even while ejecting a recently ate meal. So he's the only one
showing any impact in the digestive tract from this/these round(s) of bug(s).
I'm hoping that, sooner or later, we get a week where not one of is sick, getting sick, or getting over being sick, because we just haven't had that this calendar year. Hmmm, next year, we may react to shouts of "Happy New Year!" by ducking and covering.
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