Deterioration

Things are deteriorating here at the Telemnar house.

Larien and Finwe were happy, running around outside, laughing at me. Now, well . . .

I had to wake Finwe from nap to get Inwe from school. Unhappy isn't a strong enough word. The tears were projectile.

Larien got annoyed that I wouldn't let her have the uninflated latex balloon by her lonesome in the rear seat of the van.

As soon as Inwe left her classroom I knew from the glaze in her eye that her fever of unknown origin had returned. Upon learning that Larien had even touched the balloon, much less tried to inflate it, she burst into tears.

I think the round of Pepsi cheered everyone, me included.

Larien is watching Cars. Inwe is upstairs watching the tv via satellite. And, in a moment of idiocy, I'm allowing Finwe to feed himself applesauce. Oh, he just fed me. It's good.

I hope Inwe recovers once the ibuprofen reaches therapeutic levels. We have to finish building her puppet theater for school tomorrow.