My cold is not gone, after all. It's turned into the long cold that a bunch of second graders have. Now I know where I got it. Three were out last week, three this week. Plus another girl out for a funeral, and a boy for a hernia operation.
The poor little girl, she was crying on the playground the other day and told me, "they're going to put my aunt's ashes in the ground tomorrow." So I just hugged her. What can you say? I asked her if she had a happy time with her aunt she could remember. She loved the smell of her aunt's cookies.
So between that and the miners' rescue and the sneezes, I have been pretty drippy this week.
How has your week been?