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relief

November 5, 2005

Every time I wake up after an illness…and feel the coolness on my skin that only could mean that a fever had come and gone…

Every time I wake up after an illness…and feel the distinct absence of discomfort and maybe the slightest tinge of hunger…

Every time I wake up after an illness…and can breathe and think clearly…

I think to myself: Creationism, evolution, Intelligent Design…does it really matter? In the end…the body is a marvel.

…then I think that had this been 200 or more years ago, I’d most probably be exiled and/or dead.

Then again, I stayed home sick yesterday too, so death may not come until I return to work Monday.

In other news, BvP the wonder-man has ripped off all of the wallpaper in the computer room. My illness has put us a day behind, so we may keep the blue shag carpet until his next weekend off. Tomorrow is painting day. Hopefully I’m well enough to at least help with trim.

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