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Last night I dreamed a police man was trying to clear my boys out of the road so the cars could drive by. I said, "that should be all. I only have two." At that James and Matthias started appearing around every corner, in trees, in the street, everywhere. Probably 50 or more of each. Two of the Jameses climb in cars and the cars started to drive away. About this point Taylor woke me up because I was whimpering in my sleep.

Because some Jameses were leaving? Or because I now had over 100 children? Now I distinctly remember I was crying because two of the Jameses were being taken away, but I can assure I would have been crying either way.

Now, lest any of you may think I have fallen off the end of the earth and into the dark non-blogging abyss, I give my alibi...

Since Taylor was at Scout Camp Monday through Wednesday I went hard to work cleaning my sewing area, my closet, and scrubbing the long neglected bathrooms (three weeks is pretty long here). I finally started binding a quilt I had been working on and started reading what turned out to be one of my new favorite books. Thinking I would blog when all was done.

Well Thursday rolled around and aches and chills started. By Friday night I had a high fever that stuck around until Saturday night at which point throbbing pounding head ache and swollen throat set in. My Father's Day gift to Taylor was a whole day spent with his boys! He did meals, naps, play time, even a load of laundry and a trip to the grocery store! And the house was clean at the end of the day. What a Super Dad!! I figure over the last 57 hours I have spent 36 of them sleeping. (the one wonderful aspect of being sick...everyone should spend one day a year asleep.) Besides sleeping I have also been FREEZING since about Thursday, which is I feeling I didn't anticipate experiencing again until at least January. It's really hot that long here folks. We run the AC in December.

But I have emerged and besides some lingering aches and swollen throat, feel okay. And I have so much to blog on...Bay City, Father's Day, Bad Poetry Night, more yummy bread, new books...