Soft silver lining: Punchy said she wanted to be my mommy and take care of me at bedtime because I was sick. She offered me honey for my throat, covered me and read beautifully from a storybook. I did indeed feel loved and treasured.
Gnite.
An ongoing quest for the meaning of life. Does true happiness exist in a Tory Burch turquoise-trimmed sheath, a MarieBelle Dark Chocolate Croquette bar, a rose garden, a rocky Maine beach, a daughter's eyes, an inky star-sprinkled sky, hours of computer keystrokes that tell a story--or all of the above?
Aw, Alice! Sorry you're sick on your long-awaited Cap vacation. Hopefully, being away from the daily grind will put a fast end to the cold. Feel better!
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