Ah, holding my thumbs as you wait for the cough to leave you alone. And remembering how, after my second COVID and church resuming, I couldn't sing in choir for a few months because it brought the cough out.

Yay no prednisone!

Of Edith Wharton I have read only the uncharacteristic Ethan Frome, as a high school assignment. Which might be why I didn't take to her. Or part of the reason.