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[ailbhe]

We had some guests this morning, and after they left I wrapped Linnea up in a quilt, dosed her with cough medicine, and stuck her in front of the telly. She seemed just "a little ill" when it was the two of us, but with the guests, she was so short-tempered and cranky and fragile that it's obvious the cough is part of a greater malaise. So I'm treating it.

And me? I have one very sore sinus, but am trying to drink a lot of tea to combat it. It makes my jaw hurt. I'm getting stuff done though; dinner and cleaning and so on. And pandering to Nea.

Poor Nea. It's so sad when she's ill, even if it does make her more managable in many ways.