It was pouring rain when Sis headed to the doctors last Friday. She missed a turn, arriving just in the nick of time for her appointment. Like me, Sis hates to be late. When done "bagging it," she said she felt awesome and drove herself home...a forty five minute ride.
This week was a busy one for the Pres and I. Setting up the local firehouse the night before, he worked the polls as usual, pulling a fifteen hour day Tuesday.
Unable to do my duty at the polls, I did, for the first time in my life, fill out an absentee ballot. We believe voting is a privilege.
Our routine was interrupted this week too by the cold that hovered around the Pres for over a week. I wish he listened to me when the first symptoms appeared because he now has a cough that sounds terrible.
The aroma of chicken soup simmering on the stove Wednesday still lingers two days later. We love chicken soup for what ails us.