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Freakin' anxiety... Grrrr.
I have two sort of sickish kids. One is making his threatening-dehydration gurgling slurpy noises - he threw up a bit last night and had diarrhea. The other has a super runny nose. They both better be alright by Monday. I missed too much work last week...
Well, off to do laundry and pour some fluids into sick(ish) child...
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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