No, really, I’m dying here…I
haven’t held my baby sister since Sunday or Monday. It wouldn’t
be so bad if I were gone somewhere, but having to see her every day and
not kiss her is torture. She’s always cutest when someone else is
holding her. And we always want what we can’t have.
I thought I was getting over
this cold/virus/whatever thing, but I guess I overdid it. My
symptoms still indicate contagious, so mother says, “No healthy, no
kissey.” Or huggy. The hardest thing is when Gracie
crawls up to me and then stands up and leans against my legs while she
reaches for me. I’m alternating between lying in bed trying to
escape into a book and doing some sort of housework with all my might,
as if I’m trying to convince myself that I’m getting better. At
least I haven’t cried myself to sleep yet.
I think I’ll go host another pity party… Having to swallow nasty, healthy-looking vitamins is good for self-pity.
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PennyDaisy 
Oh that stinks. You poor girl, I didn’t know you were sick. Get better soon.
Well I guess I’m glad I’ve been deemed safe?
With you dealing the compliments, I don’t think that will be a problem . . .
I have to take a bunch of healthy looking vitamins whether I’m sick or not! I’m sorry you are sick and can’t hug Gracie.
lol”Your THIRD wife? Gosh, how many wives have you had?”a short pause:”Four.”
(smile) thanks for your, um, birthday best wishes. the big 2-8. now i can officially groan that weary sigh every time i rise, sit, or lie down–the mark of an old man indeed.actually, i was informed that the smelly trees of pretty white blossoms are actually the bradford pear trees…the dogwoods haven’t bloomed here just yet! hopefully that will help you keep your happy opinion of the dogwood (smile)…down with the pears!
You’re fine now.And hey, the first two chapters of that book are the hardest…then it gets VERY interesting.