My birthday was really nice, in spite of sick children.

It included sushi and chocolate, so I was happy. I got an hour or two to myself and a nice lunch with Paul before returning to the house of ILL.

Reagan was running a 102 temp and just lying around. Libby barely moved from the couch until I got home. Ari was happier, but still running a fever. William seems ok, but he has a cough. Poor boy ended up doing everyone else's chores.

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