So, as I mentioned previously, I’ve got the junk. Chest cold, head cold, sinus infection. You get the idea. But leave it to my clever little girls, Jamie, 12, and Sarah, 11, to find their own special way of wishing me well.
This morning, Sarah brought me ibuprofen, water and a banana upon request as I lay in complete agony in bed. I was able to finish half the banana before I noticed the skin. What a love.
Right now I’m feeling pretty good, VERY blessed, and I’m in the studio, cranking it out.