Illness

November 6th, 2008

Self Portrait of the Writer in Sickness

My wife and I are sick. Colds. Can’t taste. Coughing. Stuffy. Yech!

I have been trying for a week to finish a post. It’s a sequel to the post I did on our cruise to Mexico and I am having a hard time just sitting upright. I haven’t even put a glass of wine to my lips on over a week. No reason to. I can’t taste anything. My mother used to say,

“You might as well be eating cardboard for all you can really taste.”

So… I have pounded out this short missive to let anyone who cares know that I am alive, though not well, and while I am quiet; I am still trying.

Bear with me if you will and I will hopefully have something new in a few days.

Today is the first day in quite a few that I actually was able to run out to the store and pick up a couple of gallons of orange juice. My wife is just moving into this sickness and I am hopefully on the mend. She has waited on me and now it is my turn to shoulder my share of the load in the conjugal harness.

Thanks for your patience.

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