Thank goodness. Muffin Man was all better by Saturday evening (after a peak fever of 102.5). It took me just a little longer to recover after sleeping on the floor of his room two nights in a row (I stayed there Saturday night too, just in case.)
On Sunday, he made up for a full day of all soup all the time by eating everything that wasn't nailed down and begging for more.
Today the three of us got to rub shoulders (and shake hands) with one of The Powers That Be. Very nice experience.
Oh. And North Korea has the bomb. Duck and cover, anyone?
Through My Glasses, Dorkily
6 years ago