Day: December 21, 2003

The weekend of uninterrupted working/partying/bowling has been cut short as Ariel made an early return from her mom. What started as simply a nagging cough (pronounced as a mere virus at a doctor’s visit on Friday) has blossomed into a full-blown something nasty. The cough is still dry, but she had a fever of 103. In the long run, this could just simply mean she’s hot-blooded (check it and see). In the short run, though, the best place for her to be is back home. Advil is bringing the temperature down to manageable levels, but nevertheless I’m keeping a close eye on her. Kath now feels bad that she’s down in Atlanta and I’m handling this solo, but I think it’s preferable: Keeps the baby out of germs’ way.

On the other hand, the neighbors are relieved, since I’ve shut down the searchlights, disconnected the disco ball, and sent the strippers home.

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Why does the sheer QUANTITY of people in existence at least triple around the holidays? Where the hëll did all these people come from? At least I understand the concept of whose birthday is being celebrated. People walked into the local Borders, saw that the check out line stretched from the front of the store all the way to the back, and kept saying, “Jesus Christ!”

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