I’ve never been so happy to see the numbers 99.5. Sidney’s fever is down for the moment, but we’ll see what happens this afternoon. Eli on the other hand, is upstairs bemoaning his inability to consume anything outside of very bland food.
Poor Tom. He’s the last man standing, and he feels like he is living in a petri dish. He was supposed to be out of town for work this week, but the trip was cancelled. I was so happy to have him over these last couple of days. “Go take a nap, and let me handle this.” He's wonderful.
For today, we are couch bound with extra cartoons and juice pouches.