A month or so ago, when I was being overly dramatic about something rather insignificant, Jeff conjured up a new nickname for me. In his comforting way, he talked me down and pointed out the molehill under my make-believe mountain. He also endearingly called me "Scarlett O'Sarah". It's become our running joke. It helps me gain perspective of my sometimes all-or-nothing way of thinking. (And it also brings to mind the hilarious Carol Burnett curtain-dress scene in their "Went with the Wind" parody, which can't help but bring a smile.)
So today, as I lie sick for the fourth day in a row with cough, chest congestion, killer sinuses, and ear blockage, I hear a stirring refrain swell up and the words "I'm going to live through this and when it's all over, I'll never be [sick] again"!