"Can you get my pillow for me? I'm not comfortable in the T.V. room without it" she says in a very small voice.
"Sure. I'll be right there."
She waddles out of the fireplace room, half walking on her blankie, still in pajamas with a rats nest of hair on the back of her head. We're inside today, well just us girls, the boys are off at baseball evaluations (PC term for "tryouts"). We're staying behind in part because of the cold but mostly because of Allie's fever. But if it's anything like Lauren's this past week, it'll be gone by tomorrow and she'll be back to school feeling fine on Monday.
It was a strange start to the morning, one that makes me think of that book I never read about Mars and Venus, you know the one. Where Kevin is increasingly disturbed about the state of the country and the economy and the idea that things are only going to get worse before they get better as we've all heard, and I'm focused on Allie's fever. He's reading about the new gun laws that apparently went through with the stimulus package and I'm thinking about the miracle of new life and how the sun still rises. He's entertaining ideas about how to be more self-sufficient here on our little plot of land and I can't stop thinking about watching Good Will Hunting last night. That movie is going to be with me for days I'm telling you, days. Wrecks me every time. Think I'm going to need a nap, I stayed up till after 1 a.m. to do it and five hours of sleep just doesn't cut it anymore.