Poor little T.Puzzle.
You know he would pick his first week of Christmas break to come down with a bronchial virus.
He is finally showing real signs of recovery. Hopefully he will lose his old man’s smoker’s cough soon, too.
He has been a trooper. Even the night that we ended up on the family room couch at 2am as I held him upright to stave off the cough, he kept a bright outlook. He kept worrying that my feet weren’t covered and periodically rearranged our throw blankets that I had tossed haphazardly on top of us.
I was grateful for a reason to smile in my tired early morning haze.
So, maybe our plans for Christmas break have been slightly thwarted.
At least we are together, we have a roof over our heads and we have love in hearts.
Next up?
Clear lungs I hope!
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