Sad.

Willis is sick again. He's been in bed for almost an hour, and he's got three blankets on him (the third one I just added 'cause I went in there to give him a kiss on the cheek, and all I got was a blanket in the face). He's shivering—just like he did last time, and just like I did when I got it, too. What the crap is this evil bug?

What's sad: I was gone all day while he was feeling okay, and shortly after I got home, he went to bed. So, Nora and I missed seeing him for most of today.

Nora and I did go to Lena's baby shower, though, and that was a good time. We made a pit stop at my parents' house first as well.

Nora's in bed already, too. I guess I had better use this time to, like, wrap presents or something. I still need to eat dinner. So, maybe I'll start with that.

Oof. It just stinks. I feel like I haven't seen Willis much this week at all.