My immune system seems to have gone on vacation. I got a terrible cold right after Christmas which put me to bed. The cough lingered. Then Saturday night a second cold knocked me into bed and by Sunday afternoon I was surrounded with used tissues and empty cough drop wrappings. Tom went to sacrament meeting and then joined me in bed. Charles called to invite us to dinner but we were in bed to stay. Later he brought over two pieces of chocolate cake that Erica had made. Fabulous. He hung out on the bed with us for awhile, discussing quantum mechanics, Joseph Smith and The Pearl of Great Price. Like old times to have a son sprawled on our bed.
Tom just told me that one of the 7-habits of highly effective people is that they work right through illness.
I didn't realize how thick my eyebrows were, how I look like a man.