I’m home with a massive sinus cold while Tim is at his sister’s for dinner (his family is, in general, pretty old and would not appreciate getting this virus from me, I’m pretty sure). Sparrow is sighing deep sighs while he watches brittle snowflakes tick against the windows and white caps spit moisture angrily over the seawall at him. I have been sitting in the same place on the couch all weekend, painting a picture of the fog on a fresh canvas, building a website (until my programs froze, another story), and reading Charlaine Harris e-books (Jules, you should look her up).
And I’ve been missing my family.
Especially this little punk.
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Hi Vanessa,
We missed you at Heather’s last night…. the food was sybaritic!
Sorry to hear you’re doubly sick. Hope you get over the cold soon, and that the interior camerawork is less traumatic than when they looked in MY kidney once!
Eric