Except that the Snork Maiden was feeling punk by the end of the day on Monday, so we cancelled the sax lesson and endured a way too exciting drive home wondering whether she would puke in the car. (I swiped a clean garbage bag from one of the cans at SA just in case.) She puked after we got home and is currently curled up miserably in bed. Poor thing. I haven’t absolutely made the call on whether to stay home with her tomorrow, but I will if I need to. (It’s as good a day as any for a substitute to come in and screw up my carefully laid plans the way they usually do.) Can’t tell–as one often can’t–whether it’s a stomach virus or something bad she ate. We just have to wait and see what happens next.
She’s dozing right now. Stubb has gone back to his out-of-town gig, so I’ve put her in my bed where I can easily keep an eye on her. (Also, her bed is a semi-loft deal that’s a bit far off the ground for leaning over and throwing up into a trashcan.) If she keeps sleeping, I might get a bit of writing done this evening after all. If she isn’t done with the vomiting portion of the evening’s entertainment, however, that will certainly change the plan.
Meanwhile, I started taking the antibiotic that the doc gave me to use if the possibly-a-throat-infection kept on not getting better, and I think that was probably a good call, as the throat feels quite a lot better twenty-four hours after starting it. Family medical adventures!