The New Daisy

Someone gave me a nasty little gift called the flu this week. It's the kind of gift you never saw coming and wish you never saw. No matter how much you feel defeated about it, it almost always has a happy ending. The heroine which we all love and are rooting for waits to make a dashing escape and be left unscarred. In the meantime, and mean is the correct word for this gift, our heroine must endure sufferings not at all comparable to the most unobliging cruel sufferings of truly ill patrons, but still biting and pulling war of her flesh. As of day 4 of her endurance, today was the only day thus far where she has even felt close on the mend. It has caused her to think back of all the other mean gifts given to her without her permission. There have been many and it has caused her to marvel at the human body and it's healing by rest. And in the midst of slight delirium due to fever and lack of sleep, she was still aware of her thankfulness to her Lord. No amount of coconut chicken soup, boba teas, Wives and Daughters or Enchanted Aprils can cure this lassie, but they don't harm either. I don't know what day the unwanted callous brute of a son of a gun plans to leave our darling girl forever, for each brute has his own name ( I call this one Wally) but I do know our girl will be ever so glad when he does. Good riddance I say.