... to not tempt the fates with expressions of such blithe unconcern. Remember what happened back in June?
I woke up yesterday with a raging sore throat and a fever. Which I know is a direct result of my daring to express aloud the last sentence of my last post.
Craptastic.
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Ah, I love that word!
Horrors! When are you set to leave?
Go to doctor -- take medicine -- go anyway. Heck, flying's going to make you sick. Perhaps it will work in reverse under said wretched circumstances.
Marcia
Oh, no!! Call your doctor! Stay in bed! Drink lots of juice. Rest. Let Michael pack.
I'm sending all positive healing energy your way. You WILL be better and you WILL have a wonderful trip.
Ann
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