November 18, 2005

• First there
  are chills which grip to the center of my body. Paroxysms of shivering
  hold me in their grip. Then, there is the headache, dancing around the
  edges of my skull with tiny tap shoes. “I’m here! Don’t forget
  me!”  The ache at the base of the neck and throat rouses its head,
  impatient at being ignored.  “Swallowing? We might just try to make
  it painful.”  The rest of my body turns traitor. Fatigue swallows
  me like Jonah’s great fish.  My eyes burn and throb.

  Actually, I’m not that sick. I was just feeling dramatic. Yes, I did
  nap and do feel icky, but I don’t tend to get REALLY sick at all. 
  So, when I get a bit of a malady, I tend to blow it all out of
  proportion in my reaction to it and take to my bed like an eighteenth
  century society lady.  “Darling, could you fetch me a tissue and a
  cup of tea? I am fraught with fatigue.”   David is also
  feeling peaked, and he asked to be dosed with the best medicine
  available–chocolate chip cookies. Being a good mom, I have to oblige
  him, and the second batch is currently reaching a delicious golden
  brown color in the oven. So far, I’ve not eaten any, but that is only
  because the first batch turned out a little flat, and I am saving
  myself for the good ones. I also cooked up a batch of chili and
  cornbread, another comfort for a cold day and chilly body.

  Libby has her second day of employment. She just began a new business
  as a mother’s helper. She passed out flyers and business cards to moms
  on our street.   For $2.50 an hour, she will entertain your
  children at your home while you get your work done.  Yesterday,
  she went to a neighbor’s for her first day’s work which went well.
  Tonight, our across-the-street neighbor has tickets to the PSU
  basketball game and needed a sitter. So, Caroline, Rachel’s dear buddy,
  will be coming over to spend the evening, but technically I won’t be
  babysitting. Libby will.  Rachel is more than thrilled.

  I have been wondering. The hit counter I put on my blog is supposed to
  only count unique users. I assumed that meant that if someone read the
  blog, then the next time the same person read the blog, it wouldn’t
  count them as a new hit. I find it hard to believe that 200 different
  people have wandered to my site and have read my blog. But, considering
  what kid6896 reported, perhaps 200 have come by? 

  The good doctor is home, the cookie timer is going off, and I must fly. 
  

  • 5:50 pm
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