Despite My Best Intentions

I never did make it to work yesterday. Marcia woke up with a temperature of 103 degrees, shaking like a leaf and about as blue as my friend here. We spent most of the day in the emergency room. It turned out that a little sore throat she hadn't said much about was a runaway strep infection.

Antibiotics, painkillers, and an I.V. later, we were home and she was asleep.

Poor sweet thing!