What a weird word that is. That’s not what I sound like. No sissy little coff for me. No, I sound more like *QKOOOOH quuuoooohh quuuooohhhh. Pft."
I have read the whole internets. All of them. And there is nothing left of Ravelry for me to discover. Why aren’t you writing more? I should comment more, but instead I find myself playing card games, a surefire way of knowing I’m sick. Not like the constant coughing and fever wouldn’t tell me. I just HAD the flu. This is ridiculous.
And man, am I bummed. I was hoping to go to take care of the little mama tomorrow on my weekend, but I’m too sick to go. I wouldn’t dare expose her to this. I feel like I’m letting her down. (She’s doing a tiny bit better, but is still in the hospital with no date for release yet…..) Bethany, who was with me last week, is sick, too. Whatever germs that hospital had were doozies, knocked us on our asses. Christy is going down tomorrow, so there will be one daughter with her, which is good since Dad has to leave town for a couple of days, but I wish I were going to be there, too. Blast it.
Heat wave here. I’ve been at work during all daylight hours (and quite a few of the night hours, too), so I wouldn’t know about the heat, but Lala sent me a picture of Our Cat Digit today in which you can almost see the heat waves rising:
Edited to add: I was just preparing to play another computer card game. I found myself staring at the screen. I don’t remember how to play this. How do I start? Then I realized I was staring at the calculator.
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