Today was not a bad day

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There were snowdrops blooming in the park. Which speaks to a more kind of new agey continuity in the face of death than I think I'm really subscribing to, but nevertheless... And if it ever stops raining, I'll take some photos. But overall, it was not a bad day. Mum was more coherent than she has been. We had some good conversations about various things. I had dinner last night with B & J, which was good, even though I collapsed in puddles of tears over the creme caramel... I woke at 5 am and got quite a bit of work done on my online course, which is actually a Good Thing. Today Mum got to vote. Elections Canada officials were cruising the hospital with ballot boxes - did you know that it was okay for someone else to write in the name of the candidate when the person voting isn't capable of writing the name clearly? So I struck one in the eye for.... ha ha. But today, I actually feel, more or less, okay, if that's even possible. I need something to read while sitting at a sickbed. Any suggestions? I was thinking about that Joan Didion book that everyone is raving about.

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[lilyfriend.livejournal.com]

It's hardly a very long read, but I was thinking about you today, and this is my favourite poem. I was hoping it might give you a smile. It always gives me one. :)

Sneezles

Christopher Robin had wheezles and sneezles
They bundled him into his bed.
They gave him what goes with cold in the nose,
And some more for cold in the head.

They wondered if wheezles could turn into measles,
If sneezles would turn into mumps;
They examined his chest for a rash, and the rest
Of his body for swelling and lumps.

They sent for some doctors in sneezles and wheezles
To tell them what ought to be done.
All sorts and conditions of famous physicians
Came hurrying round at a run.

They all made a note of state of his throat,
They asked if he suffered from thirst;
They asked if the sneezles came after the wheezles,
Or if the first sneezles came first.

They say “If you teasle a sneezle or wheezle,
A measle may easily grow.
But humour or pleazle the wheezle or sneezle,
The measle will certainly go.”

They expounded the reazles for sneezles and wheezles,
The manner of measles when new.
They said, “If he freezles in draughts and in breezles,
The PHTHEEZLES may even ensue.”

Christopher Robin got up in the morning,
The sneezles had vanished away.
And the look of his eye seemed to say to the sky,
“Now, how to amuse them today? ”

- A.A. Milne

[(Anonymous)]

I love it. Thanks :)