My 30th birthday has now come and gone. And it came in with a bang. The night before, I got the Munich Flu, or whatever GE disease Will brought into our home. I got very, very sick. Many, many times. There was a bucket involved. And a baby who was just getting over her own illness, and so was nursing more than usual, thus draining any scraps of my life force. I also learned that if you try to lie on a couch near a toddler who likes you, she will try to climb on your stomach and face, and this is not at all pleasant when stricken with influenza.
Happily, I recovered awfully fast. In time for Will's surprise of asking some friends along to dinner on Saturday. Edie got to cuddle with her good pal Jack, who is moving back to Australia in a few days. And I got to eat too much, which was fine, on account of my viral crash diet.
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