Sick Day

 We have Covid again. It got all of us and we are miserable. But I am home with all the girls and while we all sniffle, we sit in Weldon’s room, Daisy asleep and snoring on my chest, talking about Halloween costumes. We make pancakes that Weldon feeds to the dogs and I ignore the dishes. Ziggy is healthy so rushes out the door telling me of plans he has for the weekend that. As he walks away I squeeze Daisy a bit and take in the chatter and fussy noises of the house. Knowing it will be quiet again before I know it. 


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