Don’t know what happened last night, but after I pitched my fit, I got up to call the dog. After that, I went into the kitchen to make some hot chocolate with marshmallows. All of a sudden, standing at the sink, I realized I didn’t ache any more and I had no fever. I was as cool as a cucumber and my snozzola was clear as a bell. Maybe God WAS listening! Or was is the marshmallows?
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, God! I’m here. In Southport! With my girls! With canvas and paint!