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“Mushrooms?” Cal asked. “It snowed this morning! I thought we’d never make it to the clinic on time with our cautious Typist behind the wheel.”
“She is rather squeamish about changing lanes to go around dawdlers, isn’t she?” Thalia twisted her head from side to side and a delicious pop relieved tightness in her neck.
Urania packed up the pencils. “I made sure we left early enough to compensate. We’re mycelium in Typist’s awareness, keeping her on pace.”
“Oooooh!” Thalia squealed. “Mycelium! The connective tissue of fungi. Fascia! Wasn’t the response to yesterday’s love letter delectable? All of those tasty sentences using dither and cacophony.”
“Readers?” Nia implored. “We’d love to read sentences written by you that use the word mycelium or fascia today. Connect us?”
A word from Typist:
Infusion 5 was delivered without a hitch. I met with my oncologist and we are both delighted by my mass’ shrinkage.
I enjoyed conversation with my team of nurse angels… one is leaving on a trip to Thailand tonight to honor her mother’s lifetime dream. Another is nurturing precious cargo — she’ll soon deliver a fresh human. I drew her a picture and found this quote to add: “A baby is God’s opinion that life should go on.” ~Carl Sandburg
Isn’t that beautiful?