I remember feeling well.
I remember the fun I had going to the gym.
Emma has been doing fine all day. No fevers, getting into mischief. Standard Emma stuff. I am thinking, "score!" We are done here and I can get out of the house tomorrow.
I hear a cry for Dan. Dan is in North Platte. Hopefully he is resting so he won't get this crud. Emma is crying in her bed. I go to check on her and she is hot. NO! She is running a fever of 102.5.
How is this even possible?
You know that she is going to be fine in the morning.