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Monday was not a super day.

I was worried in the back of my head all morning that Puck wasn’t feeling well. I was so convinced I was going to get a phone call from school saying that his cold had worsened, that I even left for the grocery store an hour and a half earlier than usual.

As I finished putting a large basket of produce and cod on the conveyor belt at Dierbergs, I saw the missed call. Puck had a fever of 102.6.

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El Oso beat me to the school, being closer, and we made the exchange on the parking lot. Puck didn’t seem too bothered and was already chatting about all the updates he had to make on his cloud tower (or something like that) in Terraria, his Minecraft-esque video game. Although he was not happy at the idea of missing the school-wide Thanksgiving Feast on Tuesday, given the school’s 24-hour fever policy, and told me so more than a couple of times throughout the afternoon.

Anyway, as he napped twice over the next few hours, and as the school-administered Tylenol began to wear off later in the afternoon (this kid probably hasn’t had Tylenol since he was teething), El Oso texted me at almost three o’clock on his way home.

Across Clayton, businesses were dismissing employees early to work from home, anticipating likely unrest following the grand jury’s decision. No, not likely. Certain.

So, no, my day wasn’t exactly going awesome. And clearly not for a lot of other people either.

Stuffed peppers were on the menu for El Oso’s dinner while he wrapped up a day of work in his office. The two boys networked together on Terraria for awhile before Puck’s bedtime.

It was almost ten o’clock that night when I got the recorded message from school: closed for Tuesday. I guess Puck wasn’t going to miss his Thanksgiving Feast after all.