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Dec. 18th, 2004 05:57 pmThe post office trip was accomplished on Thursday and was not as painful as anticipated. I FedExed my manuscript on the same trip; as I was packaging it up into an envelope and filling out the little form for the FedEx drop box, a man bought a stamp out of the stamp machine next to us. He struggled for several minutes to peel the stamp off the backing, then asked if I could see if I could get it. I took the stamp and poked the back of it experimentally with my fingernail. "It's the kind you have to lick," I said, handing it back.
Molly was fascinated by the stamp machine, and asked if we could please buy some stamps from it. She'd been very cooperative as we'd stood in the long line, and I figured we could almost always use more stamps, so I said sure. Then I realized that I had no bill smaller than a twenty, and the machine, of course, dispensed change in metal dollars. So I now have a lovely collection of Sacajawea and Susan B. Anthony dollars.
Late Thursday afternoon, Kiera was violently sick all over me; she then perked up and went back to being her normal perky self, so I figured it was some weird fluke -- perhaps something she ate. But on Friday, I woke up sick, and still felt lousy for most of today. Molly woke up sick today. When I came downstairs, she was curled up on the couch in a little ball. "How are you feeling, Molly?" Ed asked. "Fine," Molly said, not moving. She'd apparently taken an hour to eat her breakfast, picking at it and leaving most of it, and then moved to the couch, where she'd been ever since.
Ed took Kiera and went to the health club and then shopping; I snuggled up with Molly, turned on the TV, and let her veg while I read. We almost never watch TV, and I felt guilty for turning it on, but it cheered Molly up to have something to watch; she didn't have the energy for any of her usual activities. She's watching again, downstairs -- a Christmas concert, while Ed makes dinner.
Molly was fascinated by the stamp machine, and asked if we could please buy some stamps from it. She'd been very cooperative as we'd stood in the long line, and I figured we could almost always use more stamps, so I said sure. Then I realized that I had no bill smaller than a twenty, and the machine, of course, dispensed change in metal dollars. So I now have a lovely collection of Sacajawea and Susan B. Anthony dollars.
Late Thursday afternoon, Kiera was violently sick all over me; she then perked up and went back to being her normal perky self, so I figured it was some weird fluke -- perhaps something she ate. But on Friday, I woke up sick, and still felt lousy for most of today. Molly woke up sick today. When I came downstairs, she was curled up on the couch in a little ball. "How are you feeling, Molly?" Ed asked. "Fine," Molly said, not moving. She'd apparently taken an hour to eat her breakfast, picking at it and leaving most of it, and then moved to the couch, where she'd been ever since.
Ed took Kiera and went to the health club and then shopping; I snuggled up with Molly, turned on the TV, and let her veg while I read. We almost never watch TV, and I felt guilty for turning it on, but it cheered Molly up to have something to watch; she didn't have the energy for any of her usual activities. She's watching again, downstairs -- a Christmas concert, while Ed makes dinner.
