My Romance With an Ember

I am an optimist.

Eternally.

I mean, I can play the Pollyanna Game better than Pollyanna ever cold.

I play unintentionally.  All the time.

Sometimes I wonder if I take it a little too far, though.



Jeffrey is sick.  Did I mention that?

Now, I feel a little odd mentioning this, but I am extremely happy about one aspect of him being sick.  In fact, I sort of don't want him to get better from this one thing.

I have my own personal heater in bed with me.

When I get cold, I can just snuggle on up to him, and it is like hugging an ember, all toasty warm.

Does that make me a bad wife?