Happy April Fool's Day

And Happy 55th Birthday, Sheila.

I called her last night and talked for a while. As usual, part of the time we were trying to talk, her grandchildren kept interrupting and she kept screaming at them (and thus at me, since she never covers the phone mouthpiece) to leave her alone to talk on the phone. It used to bother me that she screamed at children all the time--her own, her grandchildren, and sometimes a niece or nephew. Then I realized that the kids had her figured out--she's all bluff. Yes, she screams, but she screams when she's happy, when she's nervous, when she's angry, when she's breathing.... She just screams. As a result, no one in her family knows how to use "an inside voice" (a term I had never heard until just a couple of years ago). They all scream, and they all ignore each other. It's hard to imagine what they would do if the house caught on fire.

I'm not feeling very well today. Upset stomach this morning, sense of being unable to think. It was rather pathetic in class--I couldn't keep my train of thought intact. (Something as simple as looking at a different corner of the room would cause me to completely forget what I was talking about.) Since I've been home, I've had chills and no appetite. In fact, I'll be heading to bed in just a few minutes.

But of course, I can't pass up mentioning that I drove to and from school today in flurries of blowing snow. If April showers bring May flowers, what do April flurries bring? Other than even more cabin fever? As usual, a song popped into my head: "The sun ain't gonna shine any more...." Isn't it time for a chorus of "Here comes the sun"? Dr. S.