"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Today I went to church alone and left three sick people to care for themselves. Isaiah wasn't bad off with only a bad cough; he played in the house all day wearing only his underwear and one sock. Charlotte and Seth napped while I was gone; when I came back Charlotte just wanted me to hold her.

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