A sick day shared with a spying hen
Brynn’s fever broke in the middle of the night, so what I worried might be strep was just some vigilante virus using my daughter as a germ-hostel as it makes its way through the child population.
We laid low today. Books and jammies and blankets and movies, and we didn’t leave the house. No, that’s not true. I left the house about eight times to return a wayward hen to the coop. She repeatedly flies over the fence and races across the yard to stand on our patio and stare in the window. I’m not kidding. I’m gonna get a picture.
Anyway, we just hung out and let B recover. Made cookies. Not much else to report. I guess writing every day gets tough when not much happens. Can’t even comment on current events…caught something big about Israel and then more about that creepy Franken guy. Must catch up tomorrow.
Have a great night 🙂
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