Plague

BFF not-so-secretly loves a good fever now and again. Not so much, me. I get deep chills and menopause-quality hot flashes and I don't get the high-art dreams that BFF reports. We've had a sickhouse for much of the week; Bam-Bam woke up violently ill on Tuesday, and spent three days pooping and moaning, with a couple of false-alarm appearances of being completely healed. Friday, Ilse and I both woke up with it, and Databoy reported fever and exhaustion on coming home. So it's not so much that I'm going back on my promise to post more--it's that dysentery makes posting more difficult that I'm willing to take on. See you.