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Sunday, June 26, 2016
Sick as a Stranded Seal Pup on Old Cape Cod
I caught Punchy's cold, and it's a doozy. NyQuil from Village Green General Store on Brackett Road in North Eastham, near the Ben & Jerry's, where we did not go. Scoop shop=last place you want to be with terrible cold.
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.
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!
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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