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Never had a head cold the whole time I was in Ireland but...

I was sick during the Christmas holidays with a chest cold. Having finally recovered, this Friday, as I was subbing in second grade, I suddenly felt a cold breeze go up my spine that sent me shivering, and funny tingling begin in my nose. Oh great, a head cold. I looked at all the little red noses sitting around my desk and thought, "Oh great...." By Friday night it was full flow.  Thank goodness for weekends though. I love weekends when I have subbed a lot during the week—Saturday to catch up on chores and Sunday to relax. And, with this cold, to recover because I am also subbing the next two days. I did finish a book yesterday. At least I think I did—I was walking around in a Dayquil-inspired haze. "Sweet Life in Paris," a culture-and-recipes journal written by a California pastry chef who has been living (at least at the time this book was written) in Paris for the past five years. I really enjoyed it because so much of what he wrote about Paris—the people, th

Who Am I?

When I first began my "valeriesbookofme" blog a few years ago it was in response to a journalizing group I belong to on Facebook. The group leader issues a prompt for us--in the past it was weekly, this year it is monthly--and we write away in whatever format we want. I chose to start a blog. I let the blog go after a few months but resurrected it last year when I had my Irish adventure. Now the adventure is over but the urge to blog is still there. So I was very happy when our Bookofme leader on Facebook posted some new prompts. This week's prompt is: "Who Am I? List 20 things that describe you." 1. I am a grandmother. It is this part of me that drove me to leave Ireland and return to the United States. I missed my grandchildren way too much. If they had been more interested in Skyping or Facetiming I might have continued the Irish Adventure but they weren't. So here I am back in the United States pondering what is next. And hugging my grandchildren, hav