The whimpering child next to me could double as a hotplate. 103.5 and holding. His lips are red, his cheeks are red, even the whites of his eyes are red. He puked his way through yesterday, including a dazzling nighttime performance. He spent today in bed. Motionless. I've never seen Zeke sit still. Ever.
This kid is sick.
It's also my wedding anniversary.
But even if the kid wasn't sick...Zach's gotta work tonight (and all day today, and until 1:30 am last night).
Grr...
The upshot? Zeke is so ill, he isn't even tearing the computer out of my hands. So, although it's a grade A crappy day for everything else, it's a fantastic day to reboot this blog...
Oh dear...he's moaning again, perhaps I spoke to soon...
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