This is a nice photo of Edda’s pissed-off teenager face. I’m doing camp pick up this week.
I’m sick. Did I catch Edda’s little cold from last week? Maybe I picked it up from somewhere else. I couldn’t quite tell if it was a cold or allergies yesterday, but I can tell today. I’m glad erred on the side of caution and didn’t go see Molly (Edda’s Rett sister) in the hospital yesterday – last Friday, she had her spinal fusion by the same surgeon who did Edda’s back. No need to bring little cold germs into the PICU. Of course, I’m well enough to work, so I’m working.