So… that happened.
That being, I got properly sick for the first time since Jack was born. It’s a little bit of a mystery as to how as I don’t really come into physical contact with a lot of people these days. Just the same, I came down with a nasty fever. I think I started feeling it Sunday night as I was working on a Dear Jackrabbit letter about the upcoming snowstorm. I got about halfway through it and was pretty much done.
Boy…it is hard to match your enthusiasm when I’m sick, but we’ll give it a shot.
Then, throughout the course of Monday, it settled in. I could function, sure, but I was weak and had little appetite. Still, the boy and I managed. While we did play a bit, we also tried napping together. Somehow or another, the boy gained a lot of weight all at once–or at least that’s how it felt–like he weighed twice as much as normal. It was a long day.
But it’s nice when Margaret comes to save the day. With the coming weather, the timing, and all that, there wasn’t really an option for Margaret to stay home, but when she did get home from work, she swiftly took the babe and let me go off and sleep for the rest of the evening. She and Jack went out and did our emergency blizzard shopping. Really, she was an absolute hero. I could settle down to a nice fever sleep while she did all the hard work. I only hope I can come through as well for her should the situation get reversed.
The fever more or less broke Tuesday morning and I spent the rest of the day recovering. By Wednesday I was almost human although my appetite hadn’t fully returned. And now as I write this Wednesday my appetite is back for the most part and life is getting back to normal. I’ve got a lot of work to catch up on, but it could be worse.
The experience has made me appreciate was single parents must go through. I had Margaret to fall back on and cover for me. Not everyone has that.
We’re getting back on schedule.
Thanks!
–John
