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I had a good day today. I got the house pretty much in order. It’s not spotless or anything, but it’s somewhat presentable. My neighbor came over for a while, and we had a good time visiting. It was really nice to talk to another adult for a while. Everything went pretty well.
Then, after everyone else was in bed asleep, I was up reading, and I heard Kyra throwing up. She puked all in her bed, and all over herself. Poor thing. She’s thrown up six times already tonight. She’s finally asleep, on the couch, but she’s been dozing and then waking to puke. I hope she can stay asleep this time. I feel bad for her. I know how miserable it is when you throw up over and over on an empty stomach like that. I hope it doesn’t spread. I so badly don’t want to get sick, and I really, really, REALLY don’t want Elijah to get sick. He is sleeping amazingly well tonight. I hope he sticks it out, so I can give Kyra my full attention if she needs it.
It’s one a.m., and I’m starting to get sleepy. I’m going to try to take Kyra to bed, and go to bed myself. I don’t know if she’ll last long, but maybe she’s through throwing up for the night.
