The Wife woke up yesterday with a 101-degree temperature, necessitating a sudden change in plans for the day for me. I stayed home to help her care for the children instead of going to school. We played while she rested; I took the boys for a nice, long walk. It wasn't the most restful day she could have, because she's ultimately the only one responsible for Younger Bro (the whole breastfeeding thing, you know), but I did my best. Better than a sharp stick in the eye, as my father says.
Got some bad news: the Valerie Fund outpatient center is now, also, not allowing children under 18 except patients. This is a royal pain in our rear, and one that is causing us to seriously rethink a lot of things. Announcement on Sunday night or Monday.
I question the logic of being forced to pass The Boy or Younger Bro to a variety of handlers (all of whom have their own potential exposure to flu viruses) instead of being in a sterile, contained environment with their parents only. But, what do I know? I'm not a medical professional, just a guy with two master's degrees.