susys running away to sea

"The rigors (sic) of an expeditionary lifestyle"

Sunday, August 06, 2006


J is lying down, feeling sorry for himself. I am getting supper ready. I take a couple of paper towels and go to my in-a-stateroom. And reappear, one towel tucked into my waistband, the other making a little cap on my head.

"Wanna play doctors and nurses, J?"

Anything to raise a grin from the sickbed.

It did.


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