For the first time since I resolved last year to swim twice a week.
My mild cold has morphed into a hacking cough and fever. By midday I was pretty sure that swimming was out of the question. Over the course of the day, while we were schooling the kids together at my house, Hannah talked me down from "well, I can still do a running workout" to "maybe I'll go to the gym and just walk on the treadmill for forty minutes" to "okay, Mark will take the kids to their swimming lesson and I'll take to my bed with a thermos of hot licorice-peppermint tea and a Real Simple magazine."
I think I hear the teakettle whistling. G'night.
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