Jenny threw up in the car on the way to Bill’s office.

She threw up in the car on the way home.

She spent the remainder of the day sleeping, and her poor little body was burning up. At 5 am, after about 14 hours of sleep and 24 hours of limited activity, she appeared in our bedroom and decided to climb in bed with me. The fever was down, and she seemed chipper compared to yesterday (although it is too early to tell if this is due to her good rest or if the virus has truly worked its way out of her system). She closed her eyes and lay quietly beside me, but when I got up 20 minutes later, she was still quite awake.

I told her I would come back soon, right after I said goodbye to daddy. And after I checked email. And after I drank some coffee.

When I did finally go up, about 45 minutes later, to retrieve Peter, she had relocated to her bedroom. I guess she decided to get up and get dressed. She got halfway through this task – namely, she got her pajamas off – when she must have been consumed with exhaustion. So, she took a break and fell sound asleep, wearing only panties, on her bedroom floor.