Haiku

Cheek on clavicle,
Drool wet shirt beneath. He sleeps,
Breathing easily.

Q's been sick -- his waking early the morning of the last post was the beginnings of a cold. The snot has receded, the meds are again less in number, and he's out cold, minus the snufflies which were waking him every little bit, preventing real rest even for naps. Thank God it was just green snot, confined to his head, and our major complaint was loss of sleep, not pounds or nebulizer use.

I just love you people for thinking of me and walking the road, if not exactly with me, perhaps in parallel somewhere. I'm wishing you beau coup blessings, the embrace of your beloved, and lots 'n' lots of sleeeeep.

G'night and Happy St. Patty's Day/Monday.