So I didn't write last night. David and I were competing for toilet time for a while. His vomiting stopped just a bit after mine started--we had a LONG night. Dennis, I'm happy to report, seems fine. He was happy to have us both home yesterday. I read about 20 books to him early in the day and watched him closely as he played outside on his playground (vigilant in case the mountain lion stopped by). We came in and had supper, but David had started to feel bad then (and then me, a few hours later). Dennis LOVED playing on his playground again, treating it as an imaginary fire station. He said his spy telescope was his "number 411 blaster" and used it to put out lots of pretend fires.
Please, Lord, let us be finished with the stomach virus!
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