Of course, if I'm feeling lousy and sorry for myself, almost the last person I'd want to see is my mother. She did not tolerate sickness well. We got one day - one - to lie in bed and ring our little bell. Then, if it was not some terrible malady, it was time to "get up" and do. If I tried to squeeze out a little more sympathy (by now you all know how melodramatic I
Having a head cold, while living in the Northeast in the winter, and dealing with animals, is not for sissies. By the time I get all the sub-zero outdoor gear on, I am down to shuffling. And everyone is hungry except me. The only upside of all this is that I get to live in my fleece skirt, long underwear and hand-me-down cashmere sweater (only handed down because it has a paint stain - which doesn't bother me at all!) I don't have to answer the phone. My dogs are warm. And I've discovered the Hot Brick Toddy!