Some censuring Readers will scornfully say, why hath this Lady writ her own life? Since none cares to know whose daughter she was or whose wife she is, or how she was bred, or what fortunes she had, or how she lived, or what humor or disposition she was of? I answer that is true, that 'tis to no purpose to the Readers, but it is to the Authoress, because I write it for my own sake, not theirs. ~Margaret Cavendish in 1655

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

crap.... on a stick

I've had a stickin' cold since the 8th and I need to be over it pronto. I actually lost my voice over the weekend and had to see the doctor for the good drugs for the sinus infection. Then Cousin Jamie is going to be gone all this week for Life and Health Insurance Class, which is so udderly boring, that I feel much deep pity for her. Oy vey.

Grandpa D had a trip to the hospital, which they made him have an overnighter. The flu will get you down when you are 84 and diabetic. He made it home and seems to be getting back to his usual (insert your own adjective here) self. I'm not sure how Grandma feels about that. I'm just sure that she is relieved that he got out of the hospital.

I'm still working on the scarves, so if you need to send me one so that I can send it to the orphans, get to it! Or you can click on the do-hicker to the right and get the address for yourself. The ability of speech is leaving... must go home soon!

Take care of yourselves and beware of sneezing folks.

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