This morning, I though I might die but tonight I might make it. This morning I woke with a croak for a voice and a terrifying cough. After making my way through two boxes of tissue and taking several horrid tasting concoctions like 'lung health' and 'immune defense', I now know I'm not yet ready for the grim reaper.
And Maya and I are obsessively listening to The Book of Mormon and texting each other small quotes. Here is a favorite song: