The sun is bright here in the sick bay
I'm afraid to even type this, but I think that we're on the front edge of another round of illness making its way though our household. It started with Martin and a runny nose a few days ago, then Sophie's nose followed suit. And by this morning - two of us are loaded up with DayQuil, one has a fever, and everybody has claimed their own box of kleenex. And nobody is sharing.
The sick bay, it's a joy to be around. Even the appearance of the bright sun was met with a scowl.
Sophie: The sun is in my face.
Me: Ignore it.
Sophie: Ignore the sun? IT'S EVERYWHERE.
The sick bay, it's a joy to be around. Even the appearance of the bright sun was met with a scowl.
Sophie: The sun is in my face.
Me: Ignore it.
Sophie: Ignore the sun? IT'S EVERYWHERE.
This reminds me of something Grace once said at Sophie's age. She said she thought that God must get awful tired. I asked why, of course. Her answer? Well if he is the light of the world, then he can't ever be in the dark, right?
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