...and I feel like crap. Special note to Lynn: Dearest, I hope you were able to get my email about missing The Event in San Jose. I was coming down with the deathlies the night before and had no desire to infect you or your little one with the flu. I did not have a phone number for you and am so sorry I missed it.
I guess it was inevitable, given that my kids have succumbed one by one. I have been bombing the little viruses with Airborne,but mostly I want to sleep. I have missed every appointment and get-together this week, including my bellydance troupe's Christmas party and all my dance classes, and giftwrapping with my youngest at Borders, which I volunteered for and now feel like a schmuck for missing. But I just don't believe in going forth and infecting folks.
Well, time to take more Airborne and go to bed--but not before I send an encouraging note to my dear daughter Prada, who is probably at this very moment making buttonholes in the sewing lab at her college. She has yet again pulled through a very difficult semester and is just about to finish up. Eveyone in the family all very proud of her and her efforts to make beauty in the world. And I just hope I didn't get her sick to top off her finals week....
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