It’s not nice to be sick . . . especially when we are supposed to go see Donn, Susan and Elizabeth tomorrow. I’m pretty sure it’s not flu since there is neither fever nor achy joints. But I sure wouldn’t want to sit near me on an airplane! Both Donn and Susan responded to my Facebook status report hoping I get well soon. I’m quite sure they don’t want Elizabeth exposed to this junk!
Linda Hill very thoughtfully sent this . . .
Fortunately Sherry is more caring, though she doesn’t seem as eager to hug and smooch as usual. I can’t quite figure it out.
We are completely out of the Mt. Tabor house. Tim and Sara are starting to move in. After I finished cleaning out out Sunday afternoon, I walked through the clean empty and wished it weren’t so. It still feels so home even when it’s not. I hope the Halsey house will be home. I pray for opportunity to make new memories, to have more times of deep prayer, to have children sing. It’s odd how things can mess with my head. Finding my old Western sweatshirt as we moved, one I’d shared with a friend and then thought had gotten lost. finding a friend on Facebook but not being able to connect, waking up in the middle of the night with this cold and not being able to call, seeing the fog around the trees in our back yard and wanting to wonder in it as on Mt. Tabor. Weird head of mine.
So we’ll see how I feel tonight. Hopefully a lot better,