Everything grinds to a halt.....and that's (gulp) OK. (No, I don't believe it, but I'm saying it.)
At Astrid's dance class last night, I realized that my neck and shoulder were burning and tingling. Shingles. Again. It's probably not a bad case, but why?? Why??
Enough whining. (Well, OK, I'm not actually done: around 2 a.m. last night, Astrid started throwing up, and 18 hours later, she's still at it. There's not much rest for the shingly, or for her husband, and there's certainly none for Astrid. Elliot's feeling good, though!)
Around 8 p.m. last night, when I was stomping around the kitchen, grouching at the varicella zoster virus, I remembered that I needed to make cookies for the parish Women's Club bake sale. I'm not a member of the Women's Club, but I was oddly excited when someone called last week and asked if I would bake three to four dozen cookies and deliver them to the school gym this Friday evening. I contentedly agreed--I felt like I was sort of, kind of finding my way into a community that's a quiet but noticeable presence in our neighborhood.
Fast forward to Thursday night.....yes, I made the cookies.....peppermint and chocolate spirals.....pretty tasty. Tonight, in a slightly loopy state (codeine), I walked the tray of cookies over to the school gym and handed them off to the harried-looking woman (my age, my build....what was I expecting?) at the door.
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As a past shingles survivor, I am so sorry! I hope you guys can relax and try to recover over the weekend. Give Astrid a squeeze from her Aunt and Uncle.
Holy cow, I'm so sorry that you've been struck again! I hope you can let some stuff slide for a day or so -- in our house that would involve piles of dirty laundry and a frozen pizza, just what the doctor ordered. Big big squeeze from all of us.
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