The wicked ole witch arrived last night, with no warning. Which of course, the no warning part had allowed my hopes to get pretty high. I know logically it wasn't likely, but I got so attached to the idea that emotions over-rode logic. I can't wait to get home from work today so I can snuggle with my baby girl.
Margaret still has a pretty bad cough. It's been a couple of months now, so she's going to the doctor this afternoon to get checked out. They did say she probably had bronchiolitis (aka RSV) back in November, but I would have figured it would be gone by now. Guess we'll find out.
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