I'm not feeling particularly prosaic tonight, having just made a late night medicine run for a sick little guy. No fever, again, but his cough got worse and worse as our night progressed. He fell asleep on the last page of his bedtime story book (Busy Boats, a book that always makes me think of Caedmon as do all the 'Busy' books: Busy Wheels, Busy City, etc, books from David's childhood that I remember owning and loving as well). He rolled over with his back to the book to go to sleep, and this is so out of the ordinary for him that David and I exchanged one of those parental-type looks of concern with each other before running for the Badger Winter Wonder Balm (like Vicks, but all natural). He has a runny nose and a cough, but those are his only symptoms. I went out for homeopathic stuff, not something you can find late at night in a small southern rural town (or even NOT late at night here) unless your mom happens to have some on hand (thanks, Gran) and I'll bet both our moms do now that I think about it. There was a much higher probability that Gran was still up, though, and she was when I called. She also (thank heavens) had a nice supply of toilet paper, something we had reached Critical Low Point on at the house, and I didn't remember until 10:57 (Walmart and Winn Dixie both close at 11 these days). Gran to the rescue!
Dennis is sleeping peacefully, not coughing, having no trouble breathing. So now I can rest easier! I'll leave you with this photo he snapped of his Lego Toy Story Army Men--pretty arty, I think!
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