- My husband just spent 43 hours in a 51-hour period in the hospital.
- The last time I saw him was this morning, when he got home at 7 a.m. and fell into bed as I was getting out of it.
- The last time I spoke to him was two days ago, when he got home past dinnertime and had one hour before he had to go to bed for a 3 a.m. wake-up call.
- I lied: I didn’t get out of bed until 8:45.
- In related news, I’m a little concerned I will get sick every two weeks for the rest of my life.
- I’m not sure how he can pass on so many minor illnesses when we barely touch.
- It’s probably that damn fancy electric toothbrush.
When I was four years old the nuns came to Sunday School to talk to us about vocations. I thought they meant vacations. Then I became a writer so I'd never have to learn the difference.
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September 8, 2011
This week so far
