Resurfacing

Hi, it's Meema. Remember me? I barely do. I've been out of commission the last few days with a fever that refused to take its leave.

First clue that I was sicker than I realized: as each student came to their lesson on Thursday, their first utterance was akin to, "Wow, are you okay?" (You know something is up when teens notice.) Second clue: everyone else on the road was driving hurriedly (usually that's me). Third clue: 101.5°-102° for two days - ugh. Fourth, and most telling, clue: I didn't have the physical or mental energy to knit basic garter stitch until last night. Très pathétique.

I managed to hear a charming local news story about a woman in one of our fair suburbs who was celebrating her 24th birthday on Friday, and had lived to see 96 Februaries come and go. Curious thing, but she was a very young-looking 96-year-old. Hmmm...