The room is quiet, with the the dim light of one nightlight and the light of my screen as I write this. The girls are tucked in and the sound of their Bible cartoons reach my bed, mixed with the low voices of the Brannock men downstairs.
Kirk keeps bringing me different food choices hoping to achieve that "just right taste" that settles well with me. Occational puppy squeaks can be heard, as Thaxton feeds and cares for the little sweeties. When tuck-in time comes, Thax should bring up the nightly. tuck-in puppy
I am feeling slowly better, but my mysterious fever tends to continue. It has not hit 101 today though (which is a good trend).