Over the weekend, I got sick. It began with a scratchy throat that quickly turned into laryngitis. I spent most of the day speaking in a rasp that made Adrienne laugh. Then I got exhausted, too exhausted to drive us to Sunday Mass. I declared “I’m going to Saint Mattress” and went to lie down while Michael walked uphill to church by himself. By nightfall, I had a low grade fever. My body temperature tends to be low, so when... Read more