The basil is making some progress.
My little boy has a sore throat and fever and a hoarse ouchy cough, (strep throat we think,) and is home from school, sleeping and recouperating today. That means I am catching up on things around the house.
I am making a list. A to do list.
And muti-tasking.
As I write this the kettle is on the stove heating water for tea. Throat coat tea, for my sickie boy. He just woke up and wandered into the living room, looking pitiful.
- Do you want some warm tea? I asked as I felt his hot forehead.
He nodded, "yes."
On the kitchen table waits the sewing machine. Today I hope to finish the patio chair cushions.
And with a little time here at home I suspect the floors will be swept, maybe mopped. The fridge oughta end up cleaned out and organized. Perhaps I'll even get around to feng shui-ing pysselrummet. That would be nice.
Now that he's had a little tea he is more talkative.
-Hey, mom.
-Yes, honey?
-Nothing. I was just saying 'hey.'
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