Abby’s sick and it’s horrible. It’s a quick sickness, the kind that isn’t likely to last more than a day or two, but still, that’s an awful long time to watch Abby be sick. Roby doesn’t seem to notice all that much, which is good and bad. Good, because I’d hate to see Roby upset about that, and bad, because she’s acting pretty normal and that doesn’t mean giving much grace to her mom. 

Big fan of milk that girl, at the best and the worst of times. 

I had loads of work today, and loads of work yesterday, and it was only by random chance that we had a friend visiting for the afternoon, and he was able to take care of Roby while Abby puked. 

That was a small mercy, though I think I could have survived skipping a meeting or two, though it wouldn’t have been ideal. I’m glad I didn’t have to. 

The overlap and interplay of life and work and sickness and health is something to consider.