My boy is beautiful and bright eyed. He is happy and smiley.
He also carries sickness.
And now I have the sickness. Which was kind of expected. As much as me and the little man have been playing it was inevitable.
But what scares me is the Mrs is still healthy. She’s almost always healthy. She’s either feeding off my spirit or sacrificing goats.
That’s enough for tonight. I’m going to sit and stare until I have the energy to sleep.
