I Hate Flu
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Continued from “Unveiling”
R. is not himself when he visits today. He leans on me and tries to lick my hands when I facilitate his using his own hands. His nose isn’t running but he has goo on his face. I help him wipe clean.
Note to Parent: I think that that R. is getting sick. He kept trying to lick my hands
The mold is moistened enough to build the top portion for this evening’s work. I let it set. It should be ready to divide this weekend.
Note from Parent: R is sick! He threw-up just before he saw you but I thought that
he would get through the session just fine.
I have stomach flu tonight.
How will I join everyone to install the gantry tomorrow?
Continued to “So Fortunate”