"Chaos is the score upon which reality is written."
~Henry Miller
(American Author and Writer, 1891-1980)
Saturday, January 6, 2001
I don't know how he did it. Dh came home, changed Jonathan, laid him back down and he hasn't coughed since. *crossing fingers* I hope it lasts. For now, there is peace and quiet.
I am a woman of few words tonight. I think I need to head to bed.
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