Still in Fairborn with the sickie

There was a lot of coughing last night and now I am being very quiet while the cough-er sleeps. Do you know how hard it is to be quiet in a small apartment for an AmeliaJake? Yes, yes, I know I read a lot, but when I know I should be quiet, noisy things call to me. Well, I wouldn’t say very noisy things like vacuum cleaners or dishes clanking; actually, I think it comes mainly down to talking. Can you guess that my parents used to pay me money to be quiet for five minutes on car trips? Yes, I suppose it may have occurred to you.

I can’t really go around dusting because I would have to pick up lots of things and put them back down . . . and I am clumsy. Yesterday, I managed to drop shredded cheese into a stove burner.

The really difficult problem today is getting up enough courage to undertake the “Don’t you really think you need to go back to the doctor?” conversation.