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Tuesday, December 16, 2003

guilt

Now I feel a little guilty for poking gentle fun at my little hypochondriac yesterday, because now she really and truly is sick. The cough is now just part of one of those ubiquitous childhood-illness complexes consisting of a high fever, a sore throat, and a really, really goopy nose. Poor sweetie. And she's like her father in that anytime she gets a fever, her tummy gets upset. So, darling daughter (or "double density", as altavista translates dd), I am so sorry to have teased you in such a manner. Here's hoping you don't throw up the Tylenol next time.


SpaceCamp just got over and I counted the seconds until LT was over here asking, "Can I play Starfighter [his beloved Star Wars game]?" It took six. So I'll vacate the computer for him and his obsession, and go do a guilt-assuaging load of laundry before I sit down on the couch with C's head in my lap and read one of the five or so books which have earned a place, for one reason or another, on my MUST BE READ NOW list.

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