On Sickness and Health

At my Pentecostal church on Sunday, the focus of the meeting was on healing. Last night, I got sick.


Real live sick. (I'm a bit of a hypochandriac--Myrrh knows that when I hold out my forehead expectantly, I really want her to tell me if my forehead is warm; it never is.) We don't own a thermometer at Little Gidding, which is a good idea since I would keep it in my mouth all the time. Alas, we evidently don't even own one here in Williamsport. Which is a shame, because, as I said, I was actually sick.