illness ebbs and flows

Last night was rough for the ill, but Dorothy, Faith, and all the other wee Glees are unfevered today! However, now I have it. Ugh! Being the mother, I get no sick day unless I am near death (and mercifully I am not.) So my plan is to sit very still, sleep if possible, and read Pete the Cat a hundred times to Dorothy.

Dorothy calls it "meow Oh No!" while she signs "shoes".