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.

One thought on “Still in Fairborn with the sickie”

  1. Oh heavens, I thought I was the only one whose parents paid to be quiet…. the thing is I rarely made much money…

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