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(Kim had bought me a Christmas cupcake with a big frosting snowman on top of it, so the cupcake was about five inches tall.)

I wrote to him:

Last night - and I’m not joking - I dreamt I went to get the snowman cupcake out of the fridge and the snowman was gone!  Like, completely gone. Just normal white frosting with some streaks of red was left, and I was sooo sad.

When I woke up, I had to check.

He’s still there.

Thank GOD.

I need to charge my phone so I can hurry and take a pic and eat him. Because … what if it was a precognition dream???  (And stay away from that cupcake, you!  If you try to teach me a lesson, I will hurt you.)

His response:

That’s funny, I had this great dream that I was eating a delicious snowman. It was soooo good!

Got my lab results. Well, I don’t have strep. But turn me over and baste me, because I’m roasting from the inside out.

BTW, the doctor walked in, took one look at me, and said if I didn’t mind, she was NOT going to shake my hand. That bad?

I has a virus. Likely flu. If lab tests show strep present, I get meds; no strep, I get to ride it out. Come on strep!

Going to the doctor in about an hour. I better get fixed, dammit.

The reason I doubt my body is a temple is because a temple has never been this mean to me.

I love this poem, even though it makes me so sad:

See, Lord,

my coat hangs in tatters,

like homespun, old, threadbare.

All that I had of zest,

all my strength,

I have given in hard work

and kept nothing back for myself.

Now

my poor head swings

to offer up all the loneliness of my heart.

Dear God,

stiff on my thickened legs

I stand here before You:

Your unprofitable servant.

Oh! of Your goodness,

give me a gentle death.

Amen

— Carmen Bernos de Gasztold