So Ive been sick as a dog this weekand am finally feeling better today, thank goodness. Alex was so sweet to come home early, put Toby to sleep, bring me Gatorade, make me a bland dinner (toast with said Gatorade) and lie in bed and read to me. The last time I was this sick (almost five years ago), he read me The Diamond as Big as the Ritz by F. Scott Fitzgerald, which was creepy and wonderful, but this year I couldnt find any short stories so he read from Bird by Bird. Thank you, Alex; I love you.
(The experience also taught me that its really nice to read stories in bed. Do you have any favorite books of short stories? Id LOVE to hear…)
P.S. Tobys reaction.
(Photo of our bedroom by Oh Darling Photography)