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Yesterday was spent in the throes of throw up, but this morning Quinten announced, "Sheldon! My sickness went away in the night when I was sleeping!"
"Yah."
So, he's fine now...which is more than can be said of my couch.
This morning I tried to chase Quinten around with the "barf bucket", just in case of a relapse, but I quit when he started running through the house yelling, "Quick Shel! Run! Don't let the mosquitoes and the bad guys get you!"
"Yah. I do."
We had scones for breakfast. We also had scones for dinner last night because after a vomit session yesterday, Quinten looked at me with reproach and said, "How come you never make muffins for me anymore?"
Uh.
So I made scones. With chocolate chips. They were delicious AND they stayed down. A win/win situation.
All this to say, it's cozy over here.
Maybe a little smelly and snotty, but it's mostly cozy.
We are hiding under beds and eating lots of Cheez-It's, watching too much TV and drinking too much juice, and enjoying every minute of it.
The fog has wrapped our house up in a damp, grey cocoon. It's a beautiful, dreary, sick day.
