It's Mother's Day, but my mom has a fever, and I'm feeling a bit poorly myself.
I did go to her house this morning, gave her a card, and loaned her a book (A Pale Horse by Charles Todd)--not quite what we had planned for the day, but any day involving a good book can't be all bad.
I teased her about passing along her illness through the phone lines yesterday, and didn't stay long; the sore throat makes talking difficult.
Before I left, she warned me to get my lunch before the Baptists got out of church, or the traffic would be dense for at least half an hour. Taking her advice, I didn't go grocery shopping (which must be done soon), but--feeling like an utter hedonist--picked up a soft drink and a roast beef sandwich at a local fast food drive-thru and brought lunch home.
So, here I am, about to add to the novel. There's some cool stuff coming up, and I can hardly wait to get to that part of the story.