I've been sitting at home for two weeks ill with the viral, then bacterial infection from hell. I'm must have been at a low ebb and picked up my teenage son's version of it. Is there a medical reason why parents get their children's illnesses worse than they did?
Anyway, as I sit in the home computer room, I see the little birds in the tree outside the window. It occurred to me that the thoughts transcribed here are likely to be like the little birds, fleeting, small, and best shot for eating.
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