G had a great morning at the gym and came home singing. I was a veggie.
“You picked a great day to be sick,” he said putting on his uniform. “The heater is still out at the pool.”
When that kind man got home from work, he made a cup of soup and a real sliced chicken sandwich….with mayo and dill pickles. I knew I kept those pickles for a reason. Still no voice. Little pain in my sinus. I’m doing every single thing suggested.
I should be watching The Three Stooges….not Manny, Moe, and Jack but Curley, Moe, and Larry. Laughter heals. Instead, I am reading a hard, for my diseased head to struggle through, book on Speer, “His Battle with Truth.” thinking of OS while I reread whole pages when my brain won’t take any of it in.
Maybe today I need to have a backup book, a no brainer with laughter around every page.