Just 6 weeks shy of not having had a cold or flu for 5 years, it looks like I caught a mild version of Tom's cold. I'm trying not to be disappointed. Gah. And at least I feel my beefed-up immune system fighting like good soldiers to fend off the worst symptoms.
But still. It's sad to remember what feeling bad feels like.
Anyway, today while Tom and I sit around drinking tea (yick) and feeling sorry for ourselves, I'll send you to this post (from 2012)which I recall often. Many times I consider Heaven and its delights, especially as more and more friends travel there.
Oh, and for the record, no, we're not in the path of that huge forthcoming snowstorm. Yet since we've been prepping for the end of the world, we'd be already prepared for it, certainly! :)
As I've mentioned before, I keep up with the obituaries from the town where Tom and I met and first lived together (in matrimony, but of course!). And here's the first paragraph of an obit which I found sweet:
Marilyn Adams Torchio passed from this life on Nov. 19, 2015, followed by her adoring husband, Martin F. Torchio on Dec. 14, 2015. Marilyn, born on Oct. 24, 1932, had just celebrated her 83rd birthday with family and friends. Marty, born Feb. 18, 1928, was 87 years young. Throughout their marriage, Marilyn referred to Marty as her knight in shining armor and Marty always called her his darling beautiful bride. They would have celebrated 61 years of their beautifully written love story on Nov. 27, 2015.
I'm currently rereading (for the 7th or so time) The Moffats series of books. Oh, how that family makes me both laugh and cry. I never tire of the way the author wrote about her WW1 era childhood.
(Your town library most likely has these.)