It began at 6 am this morning
coming out of a dream about revisiting the home of my first love and his family.  Everything feeling out of sorts and wrong.

Jeb wakes with a sore throat and stuffy nose.  No school, and it’s on.
Homeopathic cold and flu tablets.  Get the thermometer.  Coffee.  Call the school.

Begin text messaging fellow DJs to fill in for my afternoon radio show.  I lean on the two men I can count on in a jam.  They both reply before 8am and one agrees to host my show.

Ginger turmeric tea with honey for Jeb.  Work.  Post office, then pharmacy.  $50 in supplements. 
Back home a load of laundry.  More juice for Jeb.  He sleeps, I work.  New sheets on the beds.  Dishes in the sink.  Soup (Ok, from a can).  Bath with epsom salt and eucalyptus.

Jeb has taken a vow of silence though he writes “I dont no wai I cant toc mom.” When I ask if it’s because his throat hurts he shakes his head ‘no’.

I have told him about how I went to the healing circle a few nights ago (Oct 16 post, if you’re referencing).  How the man hugged me and my heart felt love.  Now Jeb wants to keep reenacting it.  Tonight in sign language he directs me to come to him and hug him.  He makes words with his mouth with no sound.  He remembers the details I described and he makes his motions match exactly.  He wants to be the one to give me the hug and have me fall back in surrender to the healing.