I'm sitting here as Bella rests. She has some sort of flu bug, we think. She's achey (sp?) and her stomach hurts. She may have had a fever off and on, as well. I hate it when she's sick. I feel so helpless. All I can do is comfort her, massage her back, make her chicken and rice soup. But maybe that's all she needs. I feel there must be something else I can do for her. But what?
Oh, I picked up my certificate from school. It hardly seemed worth going in; I doubt I was there more than five minutes. I told my teacher I would stay in touch. I think I actually will. So often people (i.e. me) say they will keep in touch, but they never do. Maybe this time will be different. I want this time to be different.
