Hi everyone, this isn't a poem, just a little PSA: I'm super super super duper sick with that infernal flu that's making the national rounds. Ugh. My son and I are both holed up in the house, fevers in excess of 103, the doctor said to ride it out with a lot of fluids. This is the first moment I've had in two days to even check in as my eyes are all wobbly and I feel like I'm gonna barf. So, anyway, the poetry continues when the barfing stops.... Love to all and big germ-free online hugs...
my eyes are all wobbly and I feel like I'm gonna barf. So, anyway, the poetry continues when the barfing stops....
I noticed that the poetry has not continued, so I assume the barfing has not stopped and the wobble has not left your eyes. You may not feel like writing yet, but I do hope you are feeling better.
Hope you and your son are feeling better littlebirdie.
Take good care of each other littlebirdie. I hope this passes soon, the flu is no fun. Good luck.