...is down. Yes, Leo fought valiantly, sealing himself in his room away from us as much as possible (nothing new there, mind you) but yesterday when he got home he said he had been coughing and his face was flushed. Uh oh. Sure enough, when I went up to bed I stuck my head in to say good night and he was already in bed (not good), he asked me for a glass of water (not good), and to turn his light off (not good). When I gave him the water I touched his face and he was burning up. My poor sweet pea.
I gave in yesterday and took a full sick day and spent the day in bed, or in couch. Be evening I felt a little less weighted down but started sneezing uncontrollably, so here I sit with a box of tissues. Ay-yi-yi. Owen is at school but still doesn't feel great. This has been a vicious round of sickness. My mind is still a bit blurry. I keep trying to remember particularly amusing interchanges but they just kind of drift off. This morning Ernie and Owen had one about Chairman Mao and Cheng Ho but I can't quite recall it in its entirety. Rest assured there are still lots of amusing moments despite the scourge.
That's all I got. Just keep in mind that when Leo is sick, this is how I see him.