100.4 degrees of ick
Those M&Ms hit me harder than I had though!!
I ran a fever all weekend, as was sick in bed all day Saturday and Sunday, so if you were wondering why I hadn't been writing--it wasn't because I was off on some sort of wonderful weekend getaway. Today I was recovered enough to work (loosely defined) for thirteen hours; in any case, I was out of the house from 7:30 AM to 8:30 PM, inclusive. I'm still a wreck, though, at least when I stand still for a second. Leah employed many of those hours in sleeping; it's her day off and she stayed in bed (well, on the couch, where she's exiled to avoid the germies) until one in the afternoon, a feat unparalleled in this modern, post-highschool era. Perhaps the exile didn't entirely work. Or maybe the rest will set her up wonderfully, and she'll be fresh as a daisy tomorrow; I hope so, because I sure feel responsible otherwise. She did a wonderful job taking care of me, I have to say. Hopefully I won't be called upon to return the favor (which I'd do gladly) too soon.