One Down (me), 100 (days) To Go (until he comes home)
*peeks cautiously out from under the blankets*
I am (I hope) emerging from the fug. Temperature right now is near-normal; this morning it was nearly 101 and yesterday I made 102. I’ve spent the last two days in bed - managing to miss both the last Beavers meeting of the year (yesterday) and the group barbecue, which is for all the Scouts, Cubs and Beavers, and which is happening as I write - I’m about able to sit up and type, but definitely not up to staying upright long enough to do anything drastic like getting dressed. Our neighbour J, whose son M goes to Beavers with Freddy, took Freddy, George, M and R from across the road (who goes to Cubs with George) and is picking them up too. I haven’t even been downstairs since Monday. I haven’t even seen my dogs 
George’s bout with this lasted only a day (Saturday) and he’s been fine since - which is fortunate, because I’ve been relying heavily on him this week. He’s kept everyone fed and watered, kept an eye on Toby for me, and generally been fantastic. Freddy has helped, and Jack has been generally cooperative - well, moreso than usual. I think perhaps being the oldest brother has been good for George; it’s made him more confident, it seems. They’ve all been great though. I have really great kids 
And speaking of that… if Barney stays exactly six months in France, we’ve only 100 more days to go. Not that I’m counting or anything. Oh no. Not counting. Truly. I told the computer to do it for me, so I don’t have to.
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Hope you improve quickly. I would be counting the days too.
Oh, gosh - that sounds like a horrid illness.
100 days will be gone before you know it.