...there comes a day when you have to hear some version of this: "I love you, but I do not like your lungs." And with that Mike headed to the guest bed last night and let me cough myself into oblivion. Tonight, he is staying at a nice bed and breakfast after a speaking engagement on the Olympic Peninsula. I could have gone, but alas, three children, and my lungs, would not make a restful evening for him. Or me, for that matter.
I'm feeling better but this is about the longest time I've been sick since college. It just won't let go. Kyrie, also, still has the bronchial cough.
Holy Week is typically more commemorated in our household but the goal has been to just keep going. We have a lot of church coming up this week/end and I am claiming health for the Easter season.
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I sure hope you all are feeling much better very soon.
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