Recently, over the last year, my house has gotten out of hand a little. I finally got the new house of my dreams about two and a half years ago after 18 years of marriage. I moaned and groaned but God knew when we needed it. I have been sick on and off with fevers, vomiting, low thyroid, and other general symptoms. My aunt has been nice enough to help from time to time.
A trip to Washington DC with my son had to be postponed. Some piles made there way gradually up in places. It makes a person sicker to see their nice house less clean than they want it to be. Things are getting better. I am still not back to par or know why I have been sick. Fevers? Still a question. Hopefully the Epidemiologist can shed some light on this.
I used to hate arts…
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