These last few weeks tried to kill me. Anyone who knows me knows that if I go too long, too hard and give too much, my body just stops. I have been in bed for the last forty-eight hours with a hacking cough, a low-grade fever and the chills and sweats. What fun! I do feel that I am on the mend, and that is a good thing. For some reason, when I am really sick all I want to eat are Hot Pockets and drink Sunny Delight. I am pretty sure any progress I made in the last three weeks are gone. Oh well, I can start again.
I just wanted to stop by to let everyone know I was somewhat alive. The wedding was great but it is good to be home.
A love between a mother and a daughter is beautiful.