My little girl threw up in class this morning. She smiled when she told me. At five years old that kind of thing is still cool. Disruption, excitement, the spectacle of a shocked teacher.
Norovirus sent many kids home. Just in time for the weekend.
My hands smell of antibacterial gel. As I type, some keys shine white, islands on an otherwise grubby keyboa…
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