21 days of influenza.
11 days of not leaving home.
4 birthdays: Cindy, Gianna, Jennie Lou, & Kyle
8 books read: Atonement, The Jane Austen Book Club, Eats, Shoots & Leaves, Sticky Fingers, Emma, Second Nature, A Year of Living Biblically, The Book of Changes.
11 movies viewed: The Simple Life of Noah Dearborn, Notes on a Scandal; Fried Green Tomatoes; A Lot Like Love; License to Wed; Horton Hears a Who; Sense & Sensibility; Arranged; August Rush; Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest; Gone with the Wind.
1 hospital visit—diagnosis: Cindy has pneumonia.
1 request for more blog posts: Thanks, Bonnie
1 comment:
Wow Patricia.
I have done nothing but stare at the computer screen where I found long lost re-runs of Remington Steele, who still has the ability to make me lose all sense of time and reality. Of course the coughing might have done that too, but I was at least getting some eye-candy in between wheezing like a freight train and coughing like a old man with consumption.
A trip to the hospital told me it was only bronchitis, but when you have asthma it's a thin line between that and a visit to the hospital anyway. So I did what I normally don't do- I did no work and actually rested so I wouldn't have to drive myself back to the hospital to stay.
Steroids and cough syrup. Yuk and Yukkier.
I am so glad you are better- that you are mended. Just in time for the gloriousness of spring.
I might get a weekend out of the house next weekend myself.
Namaste.
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