Sick won the day. Coughing, sneezing, sore throat, all the
ingredients for a cold. Miserable night and now coffee is trying to perk me up.
I might walk to the CofC for the first hour until Emily shows up or I might
just admit that I need to be right here under my blanket. No sense in sharing
the germs with the nice visitors. I am not a martyr nor am I indispensable. Megan
rested over the weekend. She has had a stressful June.
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