The sun is again obscured by gray clouds that looks like someone's dingy laundry. During the early afternoon, John, Laurie, and Nina stop by to help JoAnna do a lit drop. JoAnna spends at least an hour with John mapping strategy. While she rest, I finish getting dinner ready.
Funny how so far I missed I've missed the big news, JoAnna's first words to me in the morning.
"We have a sick little boy."
Eddie is plastered with red speckles. Chickenpox. For the most part, he's in a good mood, but his body is covered from head to toes. After supper, I give him a baking soda bath. The pox hasn't peaked yet. I give Andy and bath, too, and tell him a story.
I go to bed early since I want to get in a few hours at work before JoAnna leaves.
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