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January River of Small Stones - Jan 22, 2012


Abnormal Temperature
I’ve been sick the last few days with one of those winter colds that isn’t too terribly bad, but bad enough to stop you from feeling like doing anything very constructive, like housework, or baking, or sewing, or even reading very long. I read stones half of the morning and didn’t move from my chair, but I kept dropping off to sleep. I notice that my face feels very warm, but when I take my temperature the thermometer reads below normal. Is that normal? Do you think I may be abnormal? Do you think something may be terribly wrong? Probably just a hypochondriac speaking, you say? Yes, I imagine that’s it. But I am sick with a cold. And I’m going back to bed now. Toodles. 

January 22, 2012

Comments

J Cosmo Newbery said…
Rest. Recuperate. We'll wait.
Nkeiru said…
Aww I hope you feel better today!
Thanks you two dear ones! I'm feeling better today. Had to stand outside in my heavy coat and watch my hubby walk around on the roof to make sure he didn't fall off! But guess I'm none the worse for it tonight. Thanks for waiting til I'm better.

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My Home Town

For thirty years this California town
has been the place where I have slept at night,
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on streets that were like arteries
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these asphalt streets and stranger’s cars
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