So today my phone rang, and it was my daughter Melanie who lives in Las Vegas, and she was sick, and wishing I was there to take care of her. I wish I could have been there to take care of her too. The funny thing is I have been feeling icky these last few days,(headache, body aches, hot/cold flashes, sore throat) — and today it got worse instead of better, and I was wishing MY MOM was here to take care of me, like she did when I was a kid. I can remember the feel of her cool hand on my head, and her urging me to drink juice, and feeding me homemade chicken-noodle soup, and crispy clean sheets, and blankets and pillows — sigh. Instead I laid on the couch and tired to keep Joslynn contained while moving as little as possible myself, and my house shows the little hurricanes work. The good thing about housework is that it keeps indefinitely, it will wait until I feel better. So, I guess I’ll take care of myself. Have a nice long, hot soak in the tub and a cup of lemon and honey water. But it won’t be the same as my mom taking care of me.