Home Sick

Not homesick, mind you. Just home sick. It came on Saturday in the wee hours of the night as an annoying little sore throat that grew as the hours past. It left in the day yesterday, but came back last night, so I'm staying home from work today to keep this thing, Lord willing, from becoming large. (The air conditioners at work that labor hard to keep the men cool and the ladies freezing just wouldn't help me any!)

So, Chloe, Nikko, and I will all curl up today for a nap. (Ha! Our Labrador Retriever is terrified of Ben's Electus parrot!) Speaking of Nikko, he's a real kick! During the few months that he visited Manfred Seidler at church, he learned the charge whistle, which he will do when he's being ignored. I'm trying to teach him to say, "Chlooo-eeee." (The evil part in me coming out!) Mostly we hear the charge whistle, "step up" (when he wants out of his cage), "Nikko," and a strange, one-sided phone conversation, that consists mostly of "okay," but said in a deep voice. I'm not sure how long he'll be able to stay at our house--Paul feels Nikko's feathers bother his lungs--so he'll probably have to find a new home before long.

Thank you for your continued prayers for Ben's fevers to cease.

I think it's time for a nap!

Love,

Jenifer