When Mark was sick, Emma, who can be a little subversive at times, would tell him to grow up every time he coughed or sneezed. She thought it was funny and pretty soon it did become funny.
Yesterday, whenever I coughed or sneezed, I would think, "Oh, grow up." Then I would smile a little.
I'm really glad she's my daughter. I loved having her home for a few Christmas holiday days. She's gone back to her apartment, but we'll see her again in Nevada next week.
Between reading and coughing and sneezing (and telling myself to grow up), I worked on the puzzle that Emma gave me. It's The World of Jane Austen. It is delightful.
Just like Emma.
I spent a pretty quiet day. When Adam and Mark came home we ate leftovers for dinner and played some games. Everyone went to bed early.
Being sick during Christmas vacation seems like how we roll.
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