The best news is that Si has spent the day a veritable social—well, he’s no butterfly, but “June bug” isn’t fair to him, so let’s just say, “big, friendly, gentle bug”—a social bug, with his Crud Factor down in the negligible range. He’ maybe a 1.5. I started out the day feverish and achey, but the fever has subsided, and my aches hadn’t seemed so bad till I just developed a whopper of a muscle pain (probably unrelated, but it aggravates my CF; call me a 5. Pip and Margaret, long-suffering souls, have bounced back up into the 6 or 7 range. While I was feeling less and less haunted by the flu, it struck back ferociously at the women-folk. One thing we’ve learned from this flu is that it shows a heartbreaking pattern of abating, then intensifying, in waves. So tomorrow morning, I’ll probably be miserable, and Margaret and Pip feeling better. But none of the three of us is going to church tomorrow. We’ll ask Si to pray extra hard. (I was scheduled for a healing service in Winnetka; while I have no inclination to set limits for the power of the Spirit, the irony of an flu-ridden priest laying on hands to heal seemed beyond anything for which I could make myself responsible.)
Posted by AKMA at February 15, 2003 11:45 PM | TrackBack