Bleah. Omaha, Kouryou-chan and I all seem to have come down with something. Omaha and I are completely dragging, and Kouryou-chan is ill enough that yesterday she threw up and her temperature reached for 101. She's much better today.
As is the case every year, today was Kouryou-chan's well-child appointment. She was feeling icky most of the morning but managed to keep down a breakfast bar and some milk, so we had high hopes when we got there. The nurse who did the intake remembered her
from two years ago but ran through the usual list of things: developmental habits, close friends, anger management issues, the whole ball of wax. Kid's basically way ahead on most things, although with an 85th percentile height and a 25th percentile weight, Omaha and I continue to be worried about her not eating well. Funny thing is, she's got a
ton of energy almost all the time: she runs and runs and runs until she just drops, and that usually takes a long time compared to her peers.
Omaha is happy: she got a Mac G5 really cheap, and spent most of the afternoon transplanting the guts of her G4 into it. Apparently, the G5 is even more annoying to work on hardware-wise than the G4. But she's happy. And I get the spare 100GB PATA drive she has lying around, so I'll have a Windoze™ GameOS box again real soon.
I really wanted to write all weekend, but never found the energy or the will. I mean, this should be a high-energy sex scene next before Dove turns over and asks a dangerous question to the two men she's been fucking for the past three days. And I just don't seem to have the gumption to write it. Still, I'm at 117,917 words, so I'm doing okay. I'm ahead of my quota, at any rate!