D. is half-asleep upstairs. Another storm is on its way (will it snow? will it rain?)
It’s his throat. It’s ANOTHER sick day (have we hit 20 yet?). February in New England is hard. Being a teenager is hard. Being a kinetic being and sitting in school for X hours a day is hard. I hope he outgrows this ‘catching every bug that comes along’ thing.
But for now, there is homemade chicken soup in the fridge (from yesterday) and a drawer full of Ricola cough drops. Time to make tea!