Best wishes are given over the phone
making for a quiet day.
The gentle snow keeps falling, wonderfully quiet.
Jack and I are feeling better,
Maria is tuckered out,
Izak is feeling better and getting fresh air, urging me to come outdoors.
Norah suggests that her fingers are taller, she is outside playing,
Marten's limbs feel small, he is sleeping again,
Tommy's ribs are showing, but he is outside shoveling snow.
More laundry waits,
but
We are on the mend.
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