I looked after Max, who climbed into our bed on Sunday night with a roasting fever. He is a little better this evening, so I MAY get some sleep! At one point yesterday morning, he fell asleep and woke up crying "Bones! Bones under the water! Look, in the river!" Luckily, I was lying napping beside him (having had no sleep at all the night before) so I could give him instant snuggles and sponge him down till he made sense again. I still have a gruesome image of the two of us, afloat on the bottom bunk, surrounded by a river of bones...
Anyway, this evening he ate a whole Hops bun dipped in beef-and-lentil gravy, so he must be feeling better.
And I might get some sleep tonight, but he knows he is welcome to call me or crawl into our bed anytime. I am sure he will, if he wakes up.
So for now, goodnight!
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Hope life tames down soon.
And fevered dreams are the worst:(
Here's some healthy vibes your way . . .