Apologies in advance for this week. I was really rather sick.
Alcohol is always a welcome present in our family.
The first day at home with my cold. I thought it did not need to visit the doctor. I was wrong.
I felt no better and moved onto adding lemon and honey to my self-medication.
I fought through a morning at work then slept an afternoon at home. When I finally woke up I went to the doctor.
Apparently I had a very high fever and should not have been at work that morning.
Penicillin, the West Wing, and bed.
I made it out of bed! And hung out a lot of clothes I'm getting rid of so that my family could "shop" Park Place on Saturday.
Found this terrifying old polaroid of my husband. I think he was 17? 18? at the time.