Last night when I posted that "Lucy was feeling grreeeeeeaaaaattt", I guess what I meant was, "Lucy is feeling like she's going to wake up with another high fever". Once again we have casa de sicko. Damn. Sorry the swearing had to happen. This is getting so so frustrating. She's still being a good sport about it ... definately not me, I am not being a good sport. We are supposed to be in Sunny Warm Bemidji ... frolicking on the sandy beach (or at least hanging out in the living room in our sweatshirts). Well ... let's hope this sickness is short.