Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Better.

April 8, Ozark.

I mercifully felt better at night, just in time to put the babies to bed and crawl in there myself, exhausted after a day of lying around with a splitting headache and upset stomach. Still shaky but up on my feet at least.
On the roads: a cyclists' race in a tiny town on highway 88; Coop Cemetery in Mansfield, dated 1849, stretching on both sides of the road; Bach Road on highway 22.
Posted by Valérie Berta Torales

2 comments:

beverly said...

Dear Valerie, I am sorry to read you weren't feeling well. Did Fridman get you the Gatorade. Remember we got you some when you had a headache at Playland. My experience with Migraines has been minimal but when I had one it was all controlling and delibating. Love and Hugs BEverly and Bob

Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Valérie Berta Torales said...

Yes, I had some, and even that I couldn't drink... but I remember well your help that day, and how your magical popsicles saved me instantly ;-)
You are dearly missed too,
Love
v

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

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