Monday, March 25, 2013
I had hopes that this week would return us to some kind of normality, but Saturday night Paul started throwing up, and today he is still too gastrointestinally challenged to go to school. Meanwhile, I am changing sheets and washing sheets and changing sheets and washing sheets. There is nothing more romantic than the life of a poet.
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Oh, my! I do hope when Paul recovers that Tom will treat you to a wonderful night out somewhere.
We woke here to major snowstorm (it's the end of March!) and snow still is coming down. I keep wondering what the snow will do to the cherry trees; they were just beginning to bloom. I doubt the delicate blossoms will withstand the cold and snow.
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