Honk!

It's almost Christmas so, reverting to her childhood, Fiorella is sick.  Not the scarlet fever or chicken pox of her youth, but a sinus infection--just enough to make her miserable.  She got up at four this morning and ran a hot bath to warm herself and press a hot washcloth against the side of her nose so she could breathe.  Today will be a chicken-rice-soup and hot-water-bottle day.

Discomfort

A month ago, Fiorella was sleeping in the bathtub because of her hip pain. Now she's sleeping in the tub because of what seems to be a sinus infection. Her ever-productive nose is red and raw. She wanders around the house with a Kleenex box in hand and self-pity in her heart.

Woe is Fiorella (honk, snork).