"Um, to write tonight's blog about a certain Army," I replied.
She jumped up on my lap and touched my cheek. "You do not seem too feverish." Then I coughed and sneezed.
"You need to go to bed." I looked at her. "We are NOT skipping blog post just because I sneezed." The rest of the White Dog Army stood and stretched. "And the rest of you stand down. It is ok."
"ONE photo," White Dog said. "Please do not be stubborn. We want you to get well."
|Opal this morning watching over me as I got ready for the day. She is my Lady in Waiting, my caregiver.|