It was not me, it was my food
It just came up to say "hello"
And now it's gone back down below
I saw a sign in front of a Critical Care Clinic in Wasilla that said, "The flu season is not over yet" and that is so very true. Right now my daughter Kim and her three children are sick. Flu and suspected strep throat too.
We stopped by her place Sunday after church to bring medicine for AJ. So he can swallow before he could see the Doctor today. (Which is probably where they all spent part of today.)
"What? You are going over to Kim's and they are all sick???" asked Kris.
"Yes, I think there is some sort of blessing for people that go to see the sick that covers you from catching what they have," I very wisely replied.
"We probably will go there and come all the way back home and give the bug to you," Doug said and that was kind of funny at the time. Not funny when Kris got sick last night. Poor Kris. He went to his Oil Technology class anyway; he didn't want to get behind.
The daylight is staying longer here and that is very cheering. I can't imagine spring approaching without hearing Millie comment on how nice the longer daylight is, waiting to see the first pussy willows and hearing the first robins singing together. It's the little things we miss when we can't have them. I am trying to keep positive but time is zapping my enthusiasm and I find myself having anxious thoughts and even dreams concerning Mil.
Her girls say she is moving more, less swollen and we all are still praying. Soon she will fully wake up, because isn't what she is doing now --- emerging and we did read that emerging takes time?
She is scheduled to have the bone put back in place on her skull on Wednesday.
Adam said our cousin Emil and his wife Mary Dale visited her today. Emil is the son of Mom's sister, Sasha, who was Millie's Aba.
Wake up soon ((((((((Ahka)))))))))!