Rather than mention how I've coughed so much and slept so little in the past three days and nights that I'm struggling to make it through, I'll show off a picture Jake took of Henry tonight, post bath, post haircut. Rather than bemoan the fact that the cough is the worst I can remember ever having, and it's not showing any sign yet of letting go of its grip on me, I'll share that Henry told the stylist who cut his hair today that he likes football and is a Florida fan (see TV, see Gator game). Rather than dwell upon the past by telling you that before now, the title of Worst Cough In the History of My Life was held by the one I had when I gave birth to Henry in December 2004, I'll say that I'm looking forward to feeling well, and to sleeping well, again. How's that for a reframe?



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