Sickness

At 2 A.M. sickness struck the top bunk of the girls room. Not pretty. Not fun. Not pleasant. I don't know if it was a case of nerves (from the piano recital) or of holding kitty cats and not washing hands or if there was some other cause, but it took two adults, numerous rags, a large utility sink and several loads of laundry to deal with the mess. Our patient got cleaned up and resettled in a freshly made bed on the floor.

She took it easy today, listening to me read about printing presses, gunpowder, and the end of the Middle Ages as well as the accomplishments of and disregard for Christopher Columbus. She also napped, watched the second half of Mary Poppins, read and listened to me read Cora Frear, a book about an Iowa pioneer girl who helped her dad with his patients and who survived a prairie fire with him. Here's Maggie looking up Sloan, IA where the story took place. Turns out it is just south of Sioux City -- less than an hour away.