|When Women Were Birds by Terry Tempest Williams|
This February our household fell victim to the indiscriminate flu bug that managed to ravage our bodies with aching fevers, raw and irritated noses that hightailed into painful sinus infections, and soggy coughs that drove us to our beds for some much needed rest. Mr. Hero played a very good nurse while the boys and I had our go of it for a few days until he succumbed to the illness as well.
With energy levels hovering between comatose and pathetic, we spent our confinement watching reruns of Escape to River Cottage which offered chin-dripping juicy dishes and eye candy of the scenic English countryside that left us aching in an altogether different way. Had we known about Elie Barausky and Kristen Dilley's Portland Apothecary , we might have been able to evade the onslaught altogether. But then we would have missed out on all that sniffy togetherness and time to reflect on the most astounding fact:
Which is just fine by me, thank you very much. Next time, however, we'll be ready with the big guns, Mr. Flu...so don't even think about it.