When I got up this morning I was fairly certain that I was coming down with what Jessie and the boys have. So I did what any caring person would do which was to call and reschedule my dental work.
Really though, I did. If this is something (and I do think it is) there's no need for me to give it to my dentist. And in talking to Jessie just now, it would appear that this is not just another light cold-type thing. She's at Patient's First right now because she's been feeling so bad today, feverish and miserable. Levon's got it bad too.
Not only are her kids back at school now (although not today and probably not tomorrow, either), she's working at the hospital again and as we all know, there's no better place to pick up a virus than a hospital although she is working on the Mother/Baby unit which should be a less-germy place to work. I swear, it's like all of the other viruses have been biding their time and girding their loins while Covid kept us all isolated and masked and now they're desperate for humans to infiltrate and make ill.
Or something like that.
But I haven't felt that bad. I had a most beautiful surprise when I went down to the post office and retrieved a package. Linda Sue, from Lady Margaret's Curlers sent me another one of her magical boxes and this one was filled with doll clothes! All of Maggie's wardrobe wishes have been fulfilled with this box.
I am so overwhelmed with the sweetness. Linda Sue even sent some darling felted flowers that I can either sew into the doll's hair or sew onto a headband that I make for her, thus fulfilling another of Maggie's requests that she have flowers in her hair.
Linda Sue has some sort of special power that allows her to send things that absolutely make me happy. I have treasures that she's sent all over this house and I think of her and her generosity and her artistic abilities so many times a day.
The blog world blows me away. I have made friends via this virtual communication pathway that I consider as close to me or closer than many actual acquaintances.
Perhaps not a supernatural power but a power, nonetheless.
She was prescribed Tamiflu.
I have to say that in all of my years of child-rearing and child-tending I have never seen a six-year old want to write down musical notes.
I sort of want to get that framed.