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I've been home with Buttercup for most of the last 2 days. Poor Buttercup. He is breathing so loud, I can hear him, and I can't hear for sh*t. Yesterday, he was hacking up blood again. Which is, aside from gross, really scary.
I still don't feel so hot myself. I am coughing and light-headed, too. But I'm at work now for a few hours.
It is snowing. A deep thick snow that'll stick.
It's beautiful. It makes me feel like sinking into my couch at home, with a mug of hot chocolate and Anne Lamott's _Traveling Mercies_, wearing my pink teddy bear socks, with my kid under a blanket next to me, my other kid and my partner somewhere near by.
I want to hibernate, in my den with my cubs.
I still don't feel so hot myself. I am coughing and light-headed, too. But I'm at work now for a few hours.
It is snowing. A deep thick snow that'll stick.
It's beautiful. It makes me feel like sinking into my couch at home, with a mug of hot chocolate and Anne Lamott's _Traveling Mercies_, wearing my pink teddy bear socks, with my kid under a blanket next to me, my other kid and my partner somewhere near by.
I want to hibernate, in my den with my cubs.