Round Two
El Oso got the notification that all employees would be working from home today. Just in case. Those who could anyway. Joe, for example, got the day off. El Oso had to take on the load of a few developers who also couldn’t work from home. So the reward was minimal.
After illness hitting the Silverspoon family for three years in a row during a holiday week, Puck was about as goofy as always after most of his fever burned off in the night, while part of the city burned as well.
Although as Joe managed to find out, a local news station had taken the time to note that, “The Arch is still standing.” We’re all good.
Later in the morning, Puck and I started in on the stack of library books (like the old home school days; sniff), including a comic book centered around a very Calvin-like character named Nate. As our reading concluded and Puck slipped on his rollerblades to skate around the house, he had a very important question to yell at me from his room.
“MOM! MOM? DO YOU … DO YOU FINK (think) CALVIN AND NATE WOULD HAVE BEEN PRETTY GOOD FRIENDS?!”
Grilled cheese on oat bread and raspberries for lunch.
The sun was in full force in the just-freezing temperatures.
Carrie-Bri and I communicated on the final touches of another book project about to be concluded.
Nothing like an unexpected school vacation. For the whole school. So Puck Terraria-ed the life out of El Oso’s iPad, while begging me to take him to the park, or to play with Anna and Eddie. Not so fast, big guy.
For my boys, the evening was spent on the red couch, digging tunnels to all sorts of new and exciting places in this strangely hypnotizing world of Terraria, Puck shouting out anything of importance along the way:
“DAD! DAD! CAN YOU GIVE ME SOME OF YOUR COINS?!”
“DAD! DAD! YOU NEED TO HARVEST ALL THE METEORITE WHEN YOU’RE DONE, PLEASE!”
“DAD! DAD! HIT THE SHADOW ORBS WITH A HAMMER!”
But there was apparently only one thing on Puck’s mind as he fell asleep that night.
“MOM! CAN YOU COME HERE! I THINK MY LITTLE TOENAIL’S ALL GONE!”
It wasn’t.
And thus ended day two of maybe-it’s-the-flu-I-just-can’t-really-tell. More fun and games that anything else.