My blog had the stomach bug today. The kind that makes you all achey and gives you weird daytime dreams, but doesn’t last long. Sick days are a kind of hiatus of nothingness in the midst of days that are so full. Which is probably why being sick reminds me of being a kid. Our blue comforter on the couch, mom bringing me wet washcloths, the plastic brown bowl we kept nearby in case of an emergency. I felt the urge to call my mom tonight just to hear her voice. I should have told her thank you for the many days that she and dad spent caring for us on sick days, but somehow I think she knew.