Friday, February 27


I'm trying hard not to be down for the count. I don't think I'm making it. At least things aren't this bad here. Yet. We don't have that many eggs, though, so we may be in the clear ...

My daughter has been learning knife safety the last couple of weeks. Maybe I'll let her make me some chicken soup. I just asked and she liked the idea. I don't believe my comfy chair fits in the kitchen for oversight though. Sigh. Guess I'll just have to camp on the floor against the bottom cupboards. The one next to the dishwasher is the imaginary doctor's office anyway (or maybe it's the hospital, I've forgotten). Sick dolls get taken there, anyway. Perhaps it will work for sick mamies as well.

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