Under the Blankets

I'm home from work. I have a bit of home-sick-from-work guilt. I am feverish and have cold symptoms. I keep dozing off and having dreams. Then I wake up and think the dreams are real. I want some ice cream. I don't want to go out and get it myself. Ice cream is cold, and my entire head is hot. I'm sure I'll live. May God use my aching head for the good of my prayer buddy and my relative X.