Sick...

again. Spent the day in bed. Should have been at work. Bah. I ache all over. Coughing. Stuffy head. Screw everything. I stayed in bed except for when a co-worker came by and brought her sister and nephews. The sister, Jackie, is taking the black puppy. She wanted to visit with it and give it toys.

I don't have to work tomorrow so I'll stay in bed again, except for having to take my mom to and from dialysis and later tomorrow evening to pick up Shawn at the metro. His father and I meet there in the parking lot.

I just finished my latest book "I know this much is true"...by Wally Lamb. It's very different than the types of books I'm used to reading. Kinda bumbed though that the end came right in the middle of my being sick and stuck in bed. Now I have nothing to do so here I am. Can't spend much time her though, it's bugging out my tired eyes.

Thomas has been going to Vacation Bible School across the street for the last two days. He is enjoying it alot. He brought me a key chain he made yesterday in "crafts" and today he brought a writing pen, filled with colored sand. Hard to describe...inside, burried in the sand is something he wrote "to God". A request? A prayer? I'm not sure. I was feeling too bad to ask. I am curious though. If Thomas wrote to God, what would he say? Hmmmm....Should I peek? Nah.