Report from sick bay

Last week Yelena was nearly over her malaise -- she had a low/mid-grade fever that broke during our Thursday morning nap -- but she contracted a new one this past weekend in Erie, complete with her first ever cough. She is already a bit better and is still smiley, but it's so sad listening to gunk rattle around where the aspirator doesn't reach and watch her little coughy face. My mother reminds me that all this is building immunity. As usual, she's probably right and I should cancel the plastic bubble I ordered. I am recovering, too. For a while there it seemed the illness cycle was going to pass our pater familias right by, but he began to feel the exhaustion today and I can hear him cough in his sleep right now.

For the good news, Cherubino seems a bit more himself. Last night he weighed in at 14.5 lbs. so he's no longer shrinking. He brought his green disco ball to me today and ran (!) after it a few times. I even caught him trying to hump Spina yesterday (dry hump, I should say, since he is a castrato), so he's obviously got a bit more vim and vigour about him. We'll check his blood work in a few weeks to get a better idea, but there are some positive indicators.