Back when I was among the living. We’re hanging out at a coffee shop in Philadelphia on our last day of Parent’s Weekend.
Just so I don’t get too full of myself, here’s a turkey day pic with Pesky and Debbie.
Musings
Memoirs Past and Present.
Back when I was among the living. We’re hanging out at a coffee shop in Philadelphia on our last day of Parent’s Weekend.
Just so I don’t get too full of myself, here’s a turkey day pic with Pesky and Debbie.
What’s that mean, “Back when I was among the living” I wondered, and then I looked at Mike’s email, saying,
> I’ve been sick for a week now. I don’t get sick, but
> this is a doozy. Temps and stomach ache and little
> appetite. I’ve lost quite a few pounds already
> and my doctor is so far clueless. Virus X I guess.
> Now I’ve a sore throat and cough just to spice things
> up.
Somebody get over there and bring our poor blogmeister some chicken soup and TLC!
Finally, we discovered yesterday, he can tolerate a poached egg on dry toast.
While I finish up the turkey.
I wonder, does turkey soup have the healing qualities of chicken soup?
Don’t know and can’t try. Someone threw away the carcass.
NOOOO!! (That’s pretty much a capital crime in my family-of-origin.)