Wifeless: Day Two

This plague ripped through Brody‘s house and Brian’s before reaching mine this morning.  Why this morning?  When I’m wifeless.

[For newcomers: Brian is my brother-in-law/friend/former road manager/booking agent/resident in my neighborhood and Brody is Brian’s neighbor/friend/my current road manager.  Both have loads of germ-bearing children…apparently.]

Gresham’s fever hovered around 102 and Gabriella’s around 103 most of the day. My usually hyperactive non-stop-talking oldest kids laid motionless in a lump on the couch like giant whining bean bags.

Gabriella, actually, rarely complained, but took care of Gresham like the miniature Becky (that’s my wife) she is.  “Do you need more to drink, Sweety?” she’d ask.  “Uh huh,” he’d whisper/moan back.

Penelope stayed at an even 98.6.  She and I folded laundry, stacked blocks, drew pictures to cheer up the patients and had a pretty good and very quiet day together.

I now have a slight fever and a scratchy throat.  But I also have loads of drugs and juice on hand.  Brody and Kristen (that’s his wife) brought us all the necessary plague-enduring goods – part of a deal Becky worked out with Kristen before she left town I suspect:  “Look in on him every once in a while, Kristen.  Make sure he’s feeding them, like real food, not just chips and Oreos, O.K.?  I pay you when I get back.”

Unrelated: When does my wife get to use the bathroom?  Seriously.  I feel like camel.