Still really sick, if I am to be completely honest.
Zinabu just topped off his afternoon with 3+ hours of computer time. Normally he gets 30 minutes a day. It has not dawned on him yet that I am letting his time go on and on to infinity. His eyes must be incredibly bloodshot and tired. I can only guess, though, since I am upstairs in bed.
I got Lily and Carver set up with things to do after school so they don't have to come home and listen to me hack and snuffle. Last night Lily started crying and when I asked her why she said, "Are you going to die?" I assured her I wouldn't, but even now--based on how I feel--I suppose it's a possibility. David would not miss the wads of tissues littering the floor on my side of the bed.
And yet, despite my weakened state and horrible appearance, I still have the gumption to tell Lily we are naming the dog Mr. Darcy.