Friday's Letters

Friday, November 16

Dear Calliope, Please get better soon. I know you hate being sick. I probably hate it just as much as you do. Dear Calliope's fever, go away. Dear job, You should just come to me until Calliope feels better, okay? Dear blog, obviously Calliope is sick, so this is all you're getting for today. I spent all day lying on blankets in the living room watching Sesame Street, only stopping to make a trip to the doctor. Now I'm going to sleep hoping she's better in the morning. Good night.

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