It seems my house has been invaded by yet another virus. It is really about time - I was getting tired of the old one (sarcasm). Though the old one is still hanging on... maybe it was getting lonely and felt it needed company... invited a "relative" by for a visit? I certainly hope the visit of this "guest" is not a long one as this previous one is proving to be. Why do we get so many uninvited, and certainly unwelcome, "guests" at my house?
I am determined to kick them all out of the house by Monday - but that is really too much to hope for, isn't it?
Oh well.
My son was feeling a lot better yesterday and I was starting to think that this would be over soon. What little optimism I was striving to obtain yesterday is now completely gone since my son and one of my daughters woke up this morning with new symptoms.
Pessimism works much better - one is never disappointed, one's hopes are never let down.
I keep having the thought "I want to go home" pop into my head. But... I AM home. What does that thought really mean??? Where is "home"???
Mr. Robin
5 hours ago

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