Sicko

Abe has a virus. He's been snotty and cough-y but since yesterday he's also been feverish. This morning we made the trek to the doctor (never much fun but especially not in a big ol' city like Los Angeles where they have the been-there, done-that, sick kid, get 'em in, get 'em out feeling) where they checked him out from head to toe and said that all we can do is let it run its course.

I've been around plenty of sick kids in my life and it's never made me sadder than this time. A couple of nights ago, I had a dream that I was protecting Abe from sniper bullets at a big political gathering. Later in the dream, Kid of the rapper duo Kid 'N Play showed up to perform, so I think everything turned out okay, but it was a harrowing moment anyway.

Nothing like realizing you'd so readily and quickly and might I say, eagerly, take a bullet for someone.

Anyway, at some point, I will blog about the rest of our Ethiopia trip. I will, I will.