Jay headed on down the road a bit to spend the week at a meeting in Vancouver...as in Canada...as in had to get a passport with a funny looking photo and everything and travel literally across the country. Neither one of us thought to check the weather over yonder before he packed, so he showed up in usual Florida gear of shorts and a t-shirt. I mean, it's summer...everywhere is hot in the summer.
It's currently 56 degrees in Vancouver. But he says it is absolutely gorgeous there. Very Beastly. Here, where it is a good 40 degrees hotter, I am nursemaid to a little munchkin with a fever that soars as high as 104 degrees every once in a while. Miss Emma had a fever come on so suddenly yesterday that she got sick to her stomach. Visions of a nasty stomach virus sweeping through our camp danced in my head, but thankfully it seems that the emptying of contents from her esophageal region was due to her fever spiking...or else, that's what my motherly instincts have told me.
My good friend, Dawn Brantley, and her son were coming to spend the week with us, so I made the prefunctory heads-up call that we are plagued with somethingoranother. The saint decided to come anyway and risk exposure to the mystery fever. Thankfully, Emma's fever is starting to drop. In the meantime, she is getting her fill of an all-day tivoed Dora the Explorer marathon and shouting out "Ma, (in her best Jersey with a southern flair accent) I need a cheese-stick!"
We're having a good ole' time up in here...mystery fever and all.