A good eight hours ago I chatted with my mother about C being sick. She mentioned in passing that I sounded congested too. I laughed and said that I was fine, it was just the kid.
My mom. She knows me. And even from the other side of the world she knows when something isn’t right.
I think I’ve got C’s virus. My chest feels icky. My throat feels scratchy. And I’m beat. The virus seems to have struck again.
Virus – 2
Rose family – 0