It’s strange to think of someone my own age having scarlet fever. That’s like historic.
Well, she was a child when she had it, but still, that puts me in the pre-historic. ;o]
The letter to Charlie is done, so now, I’ll head over to the mail drop so I don’t have to drive to the post orifice today. I just want to stay home and rest up. I don’t know how the migraine is going to affect my day, but the less I do, the less chance there is of messing it up due to pain.