Fever... with his kisses
Still achey all over. Less completely disoriented. It appears the fever broke last night amidst some appropriately fevered dreams. Head still three sizes too big. Still congested. But I think I can walk to the kitchen without worrying about falling over.
Tersa, if I didn't say it last night, thanks so much for taking care of me.
Tersa, if I didn't say it last night, thanks so much for taking care of me.
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I am sorry I cannot be there to bring you tea and chicken soup in person. Feel better, sweetie.
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