Thursday, August 9, 2012

Of Storms & Strep

Dear John,

It's 68 and storming outside. The dish is out and all I can hear is the rain. And the dishwasher. And the dog whimpering every time it thunders. But the rain sounds wonderful in spite of distractions.

I do have strep throat, so I've added Augmentin to yesterday's list of medicines. I went into the pharmacy a little before 5:00. Tom asked me how I was, and I told him I had strep and hot flashes. He sympathized and gave me drugs.

I have wonderful news: We're having another godchild. Ron is being baptized on the 19th. He had wanted to have both of us as godparents. Officially he'll just have me, but in reality he will have both of us. Evidently he and Lacey have been joking about being godsiblings. I'm sorry you can't be official - I know how much he has always meant to you. Be sure to come to the Liturgy on the 19th, and be beside me when I stand up with him for baptism, chrismation, and communion. Oh, and there's one more thing! I was getting all of his information for the Archdiocese today, and discovered that he was born on your 20th birthday. That's right - you two have the same birthday, exactly 20 years apart. I told him that I will never forget his birthday!

My throat and I are heading down the hall. From the looks of the radar, I'll have a frightened dog sitting on my head for a good bit of the night. I may end up giving him some Benadryl, poor thing. He's just pacing now, but it's still light. Please pray for Jethro tonight, with all these storms. And pray for me and all the other fibromites in their path.

I love you, adore you, and worship the ground you walk on.

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