Which isn’t to say I’m recommending it

I have a cold. It sucks. I’ve been in bed a lot. And I’ve realized that much of the time when sleeping my hand is up by my mouth. Specifically, my thumb is near my lips. I’m guessing this might be a comfort holdover from back when I sucked my thumb before my grandparents put quinine on it and got me to stop. I sucked my thumb last night to see if it still had the magical happy-making powers for me it has for Little Girl (though we’ve gotten her to do it a bit less all-consumingly often), and the experiment was distracting rather than soothing. Anyway, back to bed. I’m just happy I had the good sense to get sick on the weekend when Husband is here to keep Little Girl busy so I can stay in bed and read! When that’s the case, illness is almost like a vacation.