Thank Goddess For Coffee

Steve's been sick for the last few days. Flu, it seems. Tossing, turning, sweating, aching, and now coughing. I think I was jarred awake at least once every hour last night. This morning when my eyelids reluctantly parted so that I could turn off my alarm without banging my shins on the desk, my brain felt surreal, like my head was filled with flan but without all the sweet stuff.

My son has been raised well. He is a kind, generous, and compassionate soul. He had made coffee before leaving for work (genius!), and left me enough for that oh-so-important first cup. Goddess bless you, my son.

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