Once upon a time, I was not *that* person on your flist, but today is not that day

Fiona's fever is better, but her breathing is worse. We're counting her breaths per minute to determine if we need to take her to the ER. I thought we'd see some improvement today (and to be fair, she did eat a lot more today than previously), but she was so pitiful. She'd just say, "Mama," and whimper or cry and not be able to tell me anything.

Emma is worried about her sister but also really disappointed that the big trip we had planned for next weekend (to spend time only with her) is almost certainly canceled now.

I was supposed to take out my Nuva Ring this morning and forgot to do so until now.

Other work thing [redacted].

I am going to go re-read that Tira Nog fic where Snape and Harry get turned into children and Ron and Hermione are their parents before I have to wake Fee up for her next breathing treatment and then go to bed so I can try to get at least a little sleep before giving her another at two.