The other week, our child came to our home to have myself and others help him with his QuickBooks. He was trying to figure out how to use them to do his taxes. It wasn’t meant to be for his lesson. I wasn’t feeling absolutely sick, and our eyes were so bleary that I couldn’t see. His spouse sat next to me, and I talked his through the taxes. I asked our child to get our overcoat for me, and he just looked at me. He went over and checked the control component and told myself and others that it was at seventy, and he couldn’t figure out how I could be so cold, despite the fact that he got our overcoat. I was finally getting warm. My granddaughter and grandson stood in the kitchen enjoying me, and they said it was too tepid in the house. They were putting on their coats when their mom asked where they were going. My child had them by the scruff of the neck as they both said they were going to the trampoline; Both of us had about 4 inches of snow and it was crusted with an inch of ice. My child pulled them back and told them to suffer the heating, because Nena was sick. They threw such a hissy feet. While he was there, he checked the ductworks and the ductwork, even thought I told him that Mom had already cleaned them. Then he checked our temperature and told myself and others to go to bed. I was allowed to hug the men and he kissed our forehead, as they headed home.