Digital drawings. That’s what.
This is the only time I’ll complain online about being sickish — because I couldn’t play with my niece’s two-year-old daughter today. About 16 months post-op from heart transplant surgery, she lives with a number of restrictions, including staying clear of germy people.
We could see each other through the bedroom window where I was in isolation. “Hiiiiiiee, Lori,” she said. There is no sweeter sound.