I’m back. For the last week or so I’ve internalized Mark Twain’s famous quote: “The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.” So I’m using it for my Thursday Thought quote.
I had to keep reminding the face in the mirror–and the brave friends who came to my door but were smart enough not to enter—that I only looked like I should have been buried already. The bug isn’t totally gone, but at least I’m regaining my sense of perspective—somewhat warped as it’s been accused of being.
Meanwhile, thanks to those readers who have stuck with me, and welcome to the 16 new readers who signed on during my self-pitying agony.
Jackie, I love your droll humor, and I’m glad you’re feeling better! We need to get together soon!
You call it “droll” and others have different descriptions for it. Frank’s the smart one; he just ignores it.
Yes, want to get together. Maybe next week I’ll have my van back and be well enough. I want to hear all about your new place and new life.