Remember how I was sick-ish?

[conuly]

Turns out that I was actually sick. I went through all the symptoms of the flu individually, and apparently ran a fairly high fever while I was at it. (I took my temperature at the start of this, and it was 98.7, which doesn't sound high at all until you recognize that my *normal* temperature is actually a bit low, more like 97, or even slightly lower, instead of 98.6!) And then, of course, it seems to have gotten much higher - my mother commented loudly that I was "burning up". I was too busy regressing to childhood (well... not that much) by crying and hugging her lap.

Now Angelique has gotten it too, poor dear, and I'm sure the baby will as well. It's naptime for both of them, but Evangeline has opted for quiet time while safely up on my back for another... say... half an hour. She needs the rest, even if she doesn't want it.