He was hot, hot, hot all last night but was keeping down water, tea, and pedialyte. He woke up at 11am, then sat on my lap ’til he fell back asleep at 12:30 and is sleeping now at 2:36 exactly. He’s much cooler, too. I got him to eat four bites of squished up ripe banana and he’s peeing all right so I’m letting him sleep. I have writing deadlines staring me dead in the face but I’m too jumpy to sit and concentrate on anything real so instead I’m cooking beans, doing laundry, typing this, and leaping up every few minutes to go feel his forehead.

I hate hate hate hate hate when he’s sick. And I’m dealing with my stress by slowly but surely eating my way through a bag of (milk) chocolate chips. This, my friends, is why I’m not svelte.

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