The Dreaded Lurgy

Bean ended up feeling pretty punk for most of yesterday and took an unheard of 5 hour nap. When she woke up, her fever had broken (resulting in wet sheets but I'll take it). She's been eating a bit today and seems pretty cheerful. I decided to give my regrets for the birthday party tomorrow, though. She's still got a pretty good cough (coffles as she puts it), and the party is at one of those places that are filled with bounce houses. Somehow, an hour of vigorous exercise seems like an invitation to a relapse.

The bad side is that I may be getting it. I was hot and cold all night long. I don't know if it was just lovely old hot flashes, or the evil stench of impending doom. Keep your fingers crossed.