Creating my future, one miracle at a time

Gross sick.  All the usual flu-ish symptoms.  Thomas woke up sick Monday.  Me, yesterday morning.

One funny little do-you-live-in-the-same-house-as-me  Episode came because of Calculus.  Thomas had a test Tuesday at 9am.  He'd had a fever the night before of 102F and I'd written is professor that I wouldn't let him come in, hoped he be able to do a make-up.  Prof writes back, "Please don't let him come sick."  The next morning, in my delirium, I mumble something about, "Check on Thomas," before I pass back out.  I slept 'til noon, And when I woke up Tomas was asleep on the couch.  It wasn't until that night that someone said something about T having gotten 105 on his test.  Test? What test?  Seems Mark had taken "check on Thomas" as "get Thomas up and take him to calculus."  Which he did.  Dr. Tyler gave Thomas a test and made him sit in an empty classroom across the hall. I asked Thomas about telling Dad that mom had already emailed Dr. Tyler, and he said, "I'm sick, I couldn't remember all that." But the remembered 105% of the Calc.  Strange brain my child.  It's like the night he had his first little fender-bender, and he couldn't remember the other party's name, but he knew the license number.