Robb had a long-scheduled doctor's appointment today, at one of the many many medical clinics associated with Stanford University. But he was so sick that I took time off from work and drove him to his appointment.
It's the weirdest thing. Robb is really, really sick. He goes through horrible, feverish bouts of tooth-chattering shivering or miserable overheating. But his body temperature reads as normal. None of the doctors that he's seen seem particularly alarmed by this. It's freaking me out. I've never seen a fever (or whatever Robb has) last for three days. He's on antibiotics, and they say he'll be better in seven days.
I'm not writing a whole lot because all of Robb's shivering, panting and thrashing doesn't add up to a decent night of sleep for either of us. Some time in the middle of the night, I gave up on trying to sleep in our bedroom, and decamped to the couch. I'm tired.
One thing that's keeping me smiling is the thought of my ever-delightful sister who has embarked into the world of Urban Animal Husbandry. (And no, all you smarty-pants....I'm not talking trash about her family.) My sister is now the proud keeper of a small flock of chickens, which will reside in her backyard in Brooklyn. And one of them will grow up to look like this: