On a Sick Day in Bed

077Once a year I get sick, drop ten pounds and take two weeks to recover. The sickness is actually not the worst type. It’s mostly a sudden loss of appetite, chills accompanied by  fever and the feeling that my heart will explode from my chest if I take one more step. To me it sounds like a flu, but others always insist it’s not the flu. I don’t know why they care if I call it the flu or not, but I get this every year.

This year it’s lasted an extra few days which has interfered with my blog writing. My fingers are giving out as I w r i t e  t h i s . . .

So I thought I’d just share a few bedrooms from Robert Todd Lincoln’s summer home Hildene. They’d be perfect for a sick day. Can you find the servant’s bedroom?

22 thoughts on “On a Sick Day in Bed

  1. Feel better!

    PS-The servant’s room is definitely the last one. It’s actually a lovely space, but the bed is a dead giveaway. It’s made for someone who can’t linger in bed of a morning…


      1. I can relate very well your present state. I am telling you it wasn’t funny at all.

        I join my faith with yours for a speedy recovery. May the healing balm of Gilead and the Great physicians without border heals you.

        Get well soonest

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