A couple of days ago, I commented (while knocking on wood) on how many people have been sick lately. Two hours later I was in bed- aching and head pounding.
Yesterday was spent on the couch with Twinkle (the cat) and going to bed five hours early.
Today the fever has broken and the pounding has stopped. I was even able to finish up the "Language Land" play for fifth grade (adding in the missing mayhem that they felt was lacking from the first draft). A difficult task, not because of the fever, but because of my own personal struggle with grammar and punctuation. Yes, I was an English and Theater major- for all the good it did.
A conversation with K, thirty years ago, who was proof-reading one of my college papers...
"Why did you put a comma here?"
"I don’t know, I hadn’t used one in a while?"
"Punctuation is not an art form! You don’t use it to make things pretty!"
Maybe I'll create my own forms of punctuation on this cloth?