My cousin Beverly is probably my oldest friend in the world. We were born six months apart, and from the time we were in diapers we were close. She is more a sister to me than a cousin, and a friend more than anything. Over the years, as teenagers and later as single parents, we leaned on each other a lot and shared both good times and bad.
But that doesn’t mean Beverly had to share her damn cold with me. Especially from 2,000 miles away. But somehow she managed to do it.
Beverly called me Friday and said she had come down with a terrible cold, and after we talked for a few minutes I told her to get some rest. Later on I mentioned to Miss Terry that I had a scratchy throat myself, and by the time we went to bed Friday night I had started coughing and was beginning to feel achy all over. By yesterday morning I was downright miserable. Thanks a bunch, Bev!
I didn’t sleep well and woke up with that hung over, drag down feeling one has at times like this. Terry gave me hot tea laced with lemon and honey, and between that, cough syrup and aspirin, I began to feel half human again.
Since we had spent Friday running around, yesterday was a good day to stay at home anyway. I spent most of the day finishing the reformatting of the digital edition of the Gypsy Journal to make it easier to read on a tablet or smart phone without having to scroll back and forth across the page. I also managed to knock out another 4,000+ words on my next Big Lake mystery.
During the afternoon I ventured outside long enough to walk the trash down to the dumpster, and when I came back Terry cut my hair and trimmed my beard. I don’t have enough hair left to justify a trip to the barbershop, and besides, she does just as good a job as any of them would do and I don’t have to pay her.
I don’t think we’ll do a whole lot today, either. I’m not feeling all that great yet and I don’t want to go out and expose the rest of the world to my cooties. I’m nicer than Beverly.
Terry is not big on jewelry and things like that, so for Valentine’s Day I’m having a man come to the campground and wash the motorhome. Yes, I am a romantic devil, aren’t I?
Today is your last chance to enter our Free Drawing for an audiobook of Dog’s Run, my mystery novel set in a small town in Ohio in 1951. Many people tell me it’s my best book ever, and I have to agree. To enter, all you have to do is click on this Free Drawing link or the tab at the top of this page and enter your name in the comments section at the bottom of that page (not this one). Only one entry per person per drawing please, and you must enter with your real name. To prevent spam or multiple entries, the names of cartoon or movie characters are not allowed. The winner will be drawn this evening.
Thought For The Day – A strong marriage requires two people who choose to love each other even on the days when they struggle to like each other.