Afraid of the H1N1?
No, I’m afraid of—my grandkids!
TWO DAYS AGO
After making my coffee, I entered my office, the aroma wafting from my cup waking up my senses. I took a sip, sat down and turned on my laptop. Blue lights flickered, the hard drive hummed, and like magic, the desktop came alive. I clicked on my Internet New Age radio station and felt transported as Enya’s song, Wild Child streamed through the air.
Sitting back in my chair, I sipped my brew again and opened my manuscript, How Em Found Her Cha Cha, excited to make the changes my critique partner had suggested.
I planned to work until 10:00, then switch to the screenplay I’ve been working on. Plenty of time before my appointment.
Ringtone Ringtone Ringtone
“Hi sweetie, what’s the . . .
“The kids are sick.”
“Oh, no . . .
“I think one’s got the croup.”
“Cripes, is that still around?”
“Yeah. Half her class is out with it.”
“And the . . .
“The other’s got a fever. Not sure what it’s going to wind up being.”
“And the baby?
“Can you watch them?”
“Yeah today. I just said they’re sick.”
“But I . . .
“Mom please! I’ve got to prepare for a big case in court tomorrow.
“Well I . . .
“Please mom? I really need your help.”
“OK, sure, I guess I can uh, I mean I’ll just reschedule, sure, yeah, OK, I can . . .
Felt like crap!
Ugh! I can’t get up out of . . .
OH YES I CAN!
I blasted out of bed into the bathroom!
Falling back in bed, I recalled last year’s cold and flu season.
And how many different bugs my grandkids got.
And how many times I watched them.
And how—NO GOOD GRANDMA DEED EVER GOES UNPUNISHED!