Of course, Michigan ALWAYS has six more weeks of winter! Then it has another six weeks after that. It won't stop being winter here until April or maybe even May.
Today is my cousin Mary's 57th birthday. Happy Birthday, Mary. She's got an ordeal ahead of her with her husband's mouth cancer. They're heading off to Houston in the coming week for his surgery. Everyone in Louisiana goes to Houston for really serious stuff. People also used to go to New Orleans, but it probably will be a long time before those hospitals are back and able to handle the more complicated cases.
Writers' Group was sort of weird. Only six of us were there, but that's not unusual. The group pointed out some things that I do want to change on the short story. Oddly, an Indian woman (I think her name is Medha) seemed to "get" the story better than anyone else. She's a really intelligent person in that piercing yet kind way that I always enjoy. So many American women play by rules that seem ingrained in them--coyness, cattiness, competitiveness. Happily, there aren't too many of those in our group. (There is one, but she wasn't there today.)
My poor husband is still sick. Enough fluid has come out of him to float a boat. Cough, cough, blow nose, blow nose, gag, cough, cough, clear throat. I feel simultaneously sorry for him and sorry for myself, too. Inhaling in the same room he's in is probably dangerous.
Tomorrow is Super Bowl Sunday. Whoopee. I honestly don't care who wins the game. Maybe we'll get some good commercials this year, at any rate. I usually find an errand to run during the game. It's nice to be in the stores when so few people are there. And who says I'm anti-social? Ha. Right now, I'm hungry, so it's time to deal with food. Dr. S.
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