Toasted BLT

Getting sick had benefits I hold onto even decades after childhood.

Too sick for school meant staying in bed reading comics interspersed with blissful naps.

After working all night mom squeezed fresh orange juice then sat for a few moments holding my hand.

Lunch time meant toasted BLTs on rye served with lots of ginger ale.

Sometimes a back door thermometer heralded a hearty visit from the neighborhood doctor,  he always prescribed no TV no radio, just rest and reading.

Now when ill I stay home making toasted BLTs on rye with sides of ginger ale and long blissful naps.