Dispatches from the Co-Prosperity Sphere: Plague Ship

Dispatches from the Co-Prosperity Sphere

You keep whinging because we don't call enough. For heaven's sake, stop! We can't call because we're busy. Just look at what we're doing. Does it look like we have the time to sleep? Eat? Breathe? Let alone communication with the outside world! We're building empires! We're winning hearts and minds! We're forging ahead, confronting our demons, marching victoriously toward a grand and glorious new era! And we're doing it all from the comfort of the backyard hammock.

10.31.2005

Plague Ship

Peaches had a cold last week. She was a real trouper, but it was a long slow decline and she didn't get better until she spent a day flat on her back, sleeping the bug away.

She's fine, now, but the Babygoddess has it. She stayed home from school today, missing the Hallowe'en parade at kindergarten. I took her trick-or-treating tonight around downtown Boulder Creek. She had a fine time but was really ready to be done at a quarter past 6.

Aoibheall has it. She got home this evening after a hard day at work and she sounded like one of the installations at the haunted house.

I felt the clammy grip of this bug latching onto my throat this afternoon. I reckon that in two days I'll be in perfect shape for dia de los muertos.

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10.31.2005

Plague Ship

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