Sick Day

Not a good Tuesday. Still cold, work is piling up as it always does ahead of a vacation, and Lilly has taken sick—some fever, a headache, coughing and no appetite. Fortunately, she doesn’t get sick all that often. Her latest report card documented that fact. Only half a day absent from the first two semesters of the school year; that was the day last fall she threw up around lunchtime, I think, and was sent home.

Then again, there was the day during the Christmas holidays that she acquired a virus that upset her stomach, the details of which I won’t relate here. Still, she’s mostly a healthy kid, and at least she didn’t come down with this during spring break. On the other hand, there’s still time for Ann to get it, and a two-year-old reacts differently to a condition like this than a seven-year-old, in a way that would make everyone else just as miserable as she is.

So Lilly spent the day parked in front of the TV. I remember my own sick days like that. Lilly, however, will not be able to work her way through a daytime schedule of game shows, as I did. If I remember right, there was almost always one or another on opposite the soap operas, which I didn’t want to watch.