Tuesday morning, sick kid

I'm helping another store this week, because they are incredibly short staffed. So, of course, this means something has to go wrong.

Gameboy was glassy eyed last night and complained of a headache. Sniffling and coughing. Gave him some meds. Well, we got up this morning and he's got 101.5. Fortunately, Ed and I figured out a game plan last night-Ed would come home after casing mail. He's on his way, I still can go for 1pm.


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