On our way home,
I was overcome
by intestinal distress.
Daniel and Ellie,
who are doctors,
might have said that I
was forced to liquidate
my assets.
We always discover,
on every trip away,
that going home
is a pleasure beyond
whatever other joy.
We drove home in two days--nearly 1200 miles, in two frequent-stop days.
Home again, what seemed to have returned to normal, wasn't.
I spent two nights and a day in bed--well, actually hopping in and out of bed--
until this morning, when the trash and recycling cans had to be put out.
This posting,
for reasons of discretion,
has no photographs.
No more, please!
I was overcome
by intestinal distress.
Daniel and Ellie,
who are doctors,
might have said that I
was forced to liquidate
my assets.
We always discover,
on every trip away,
that going home
is a pleasure beyond
whatever other joy.
We drove home in two days--nearly 1200 miles, in two frequent-stop days.
Home again, what seemed to have returned to normal, wasn't.
I spent two nights and a day in bed--well, actually hopping in and out of bed--
until this morning, when the trash and recycling cans had to be put out.
This posting,
for reasons of discretion,
has no photographs.
No more, please!
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