Morning in Alaska. A waning moon is before me through the window. The kids are at school. Vince is upstairs sleeping due to a stomach flu that is burning through the house. I was down for the count yesterday and now he is down. Willie was sick at work, but, kept on slinging fries. Nice.Marina missed 100's day at her school for the second year in a row. Last year it was because I 'demanded' they drive to Anchorage to pick me up from my trip to Saipan. This year, it was due to barfing.
She said in her sad voice, "You know mom, they (the class) save me the snacks, but they don't save the joy (of it)." That's the crux of the problem, isn't it?
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