I didn't make it to work this morning. I did better last night, but still couldn't say a word without uncontrollable coughing. Of course, I woke up at 5:15 and couldn't get back to sleep. Tonight around 7:00 I finally started feeling better. My lungs aren't back to normal, though they are improving. But systemically I feel much better. Progress is happening. I gave Danielle a laugh this morning when I texted her. I told her that every time I fell asleep last night, I dreamed I was processing night drops in Store Forward. And I was enjoying it. It appears that this job is right for me.
We had one of those quintessential family moments this afternoon. I wish you'd been here to see it. It probably should have been photographed. I was on the couch knitting and watching football, Hunter was on the back of the couch curled up asleep against my shoulder, Abby was in the corner torturing a felt mouse, and Jethro and Maggie were in the middle of the floor playing. It was almost ostentatiously peaceful and domestic. And it was quintessentially your little family. We were all doing things so typical of us. It was a special moment, one to remember. I hope somebody in Heaven took a photograph.
We're all piled up in bed now and Jethro is anxious for me to turn out the light. After all, I had them up at 5:15 this morning. Sleep well tonight. Your little family is fine. And I finished another sock, so two out of five pairs are finished. And I made the biggest ones first. So I'm over halfway through the Christmas socks. Tomorrow I'll start on Elyssa's little purple ones with cats on them.
Sleep well, and dream of purple cats!