The Death Comes for a Visit

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The Death, as it affectionately has become called in my house, won’t leave. Still running fever on and off, my head is killing me, and my congestion won’t ease up. And Sun is teething. So she, too, has fever on and off and is cranky. Oh, and because I am the generous sort and I didn’t get anything for CS for his birthday, today I gave him The Death. Nice of me, huh?

I even had to bail out of CS’s birthday dinner at Pascal’s Manale last night. That hurt the most. I had made all the arrangements and contacted everyone and stayed home in bed. But I knew I’d have been miserable and potentially contagious.

The dinner was apparently quite the success. Go read what Pete had to say about it here. His post just made me feel that much worse to have missed such a meal.

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