I've had the most tediously awful cold for almost the past week. It's one of those colds where you enjoy a different symptom each day: a fiery sore throat on Monday, ballooning sinuses on Tuesday (but no sore throat), complete loss of voice on Wednesday (but no sore throat or sinus problems), consumptive cough on Thursday (etc., etc.). Not to put too fine a point on it.
Joe has been most helpful. On the day I lost my voice, I told him, in a froggy whisper, that he'd have to be well-behaved, since I wouldn't be able to yell at him if he weren't. "That's okay," he said cheerfully. "There's still Daddy."
On the day I was wallowing deep in the swamps of unspecified crumminess, Joe and I were home alone for a while. "Hmmmm..." he said, "I don't know how to make tea...." He thought a minute. "But I do know how to make a hot water bottle!" Which he did, (after asking to be reminded whether the hot tap is on the left or the right). Then he tucked me in, and gave me a solicitous pat on the head. And I did feel much better.
I'd be happy to make a nice pot of tea for you. Feel better. I miss our Scrabulous games. The site is now "lexulous," but they don't seem to have worked out the bugs yet....
Posted by: Mary | October 01, 2008 at 03:46 PM
I miss our games too! Thanks for the virtual tea. I can finally breathe again!
Posted by: Elizabeth | October 02, 2008 at 09:16 AM