Daddy spent much of last week on the couch under this great sleeping bag that is good in up to negative five degree weather. He woke up in the middle of the night on Tuesday shivering and asked me to check and see if our pilot light had gone off (because it has done it twice already). I knew it hadn't because my nose was still warm. His temperature went above 102 that next day. Thankfully he's recovering. Still on the mend, but gone are the days of eating bullion and toast. We had pizza last night.
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