The suffering of Saint Margaret continues, although in much lessened form. Our doctor suspects something viral, combined with the painful emergence of both upper canines (hence the drooling). Once dosed with Advil, she became much more like her old self for the rest of the day. I resent the fact that I have to spend extra time at school today instead of snuggling with my poor sick button, but I suppose I’ll be home soon enough.
My long-awaited run last night was a wash. The high winds not only made my face uncomfortable, but the pressure brought on nausea and headaches. I only made it one kilometre before turning around and walking back to my car. To make it extra-special, I was wearing my new shoes for the first time, and I started to feel pain in my shin while in the parking lot. I could not get out of there fast enough.