I am miserable. There is no other way to describe it... misery.
Along with the coughing and headache, I find it hard to talk. Stephanie tells me it is their germs I caught. That helps a little, knowing it is the same cough Faith had and she's so cute. :)
I've so enjoyed re-reading W. Phillip Keller's book called Strength of Soul: The Sacred Use of Time. That is, once I remembered the "safe place" I had put it before the kids came. If I had to take ten books to a desert island, this would be included. (Hmmm.... now there is an idea for a post.)
We all have authors who speak to us more clearly than others, perhaps it is just their style or how they view life... whatever it is, Keller is one of mine.
I managed to prepare the patio and porch for storms and stake the cherry tomato plant in the garden (everything else was safely staked already). We had wicked weather off and on yesterday and last night. This was the largest tornado outbreak this year and came too close for comfort.
I need to return to the sofa. Where are those downstairs maids?