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It was a gray, chilly day, and I woke up feeling awful. Anxiety and grief, I assumed, and went to the house and helped Roy put in some of the ventilation grates he'd painted.
I went back to the apartment before noon, chilled to the bone. Half a bowl of soup for lunch, but it had bought a return ticket.
I spent the rest of the day in bed.
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darling, hope you are a little bit more up and around by now. i have a boy sick in bed, too. for the second weekend in a row. he's the big boy, so the aches are big ones. i grieve that you grieve. i send love, if that helps....b
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