Ken is home.
He is sick, exhausted, worn out, and snot is everywhere.
It is so good to see him!
He slept on the drive home from the airport, then crawled into bed as I unloaded the car. The night interrupted with hideous coughs and nose blows.
I sleep diagonal in the “cootie free†guest room.
All is almost right with our world!
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PS… I have been informed by those in the know, that I am a terrible poet! To that, I say harumph..
harumph indeed! Anyone who can use the words “snot”, “hideous”, and “cootie” in their works is a superior poet in my books!