Got it.

Thought we might be spared. Poor Hugo is febrile, dizzy and home. (The latter being most upsetting since, as he yesterday wept: "I just can't stay home. I love school so much.") We are really hoping for a short course since perhaps he will benefit from partial immunity having gotten the H1N1 vaccine five days ago. High fever is the alarming thing about this virus. He's such a good and sweet sport. In between needing to sleep, we've been sneaking in some good reading. Just finished Ramona the Pest, which was good for some much-needed laughter. All in all, this can't be the worst of all days since it started with a popsicle for breakfast. Still, the fever is alarmingly resisant to tylenol and motrin. His humor hasn't left him, though, which I take as a very good sign. Lying together and reading, I had to take my intermittent breaks of kissing him (I will, as a result, undoubtedly be next in line to get this), remarking for the 200th time today how he'll always be my one and only Bootie....then upon stroking his cute forehead, my finger slipped and boinked him in the eye. "Stouch!" he screeches. "Stouch?", I ask, what pray tell is that? "It's a combination of Stop and Ouch," he announced. Forever my little Hugo. Hoping for a quick recovery. Either that or I'll be the next contestant on "The Biggest Loser" (which I saw for the first time in my solitude - Marc's traveling - last night) with all of these apple cider doughnuts, popsicles and PBJ sandwiches lying around to raise my patient's spirits. I wish everyone good health. This is not a fun one.