This congestive cold is clinging to nose, eyes and throat like slime on a river bed. Slept all Sunday, almost. Spent most of yesterday in bed, sleeping on and off. Worked for most of today, from my bed.
That’s progress, I guess. Can’t remember when last I was clobbered like this – five years, ten?
Rob has been a sweetie, and we have managed to turn all this into a few laughs, here and there. Stuff like, ‘are you sure we promised “in sickness and in health?!”‘ ‘You should have checked the warranty.’ Etc, etc.
Grace, our helper, left me a note today:
“Hi, Mr Fisher
I wish u a good recovery and have strong and healthy body again.
May God be with u and give u strength.
With lots of luv
Thank you, Grace. And amen to that.