The Bean went to the nurses office and was picked up from school by her mother yesterday. A virus with the name of Flu had been floating around, lingering and stalking the little school it had invaded. But yesterday, to the woe of me, the Flu Bug had bitten - and Bean was its victim!

Today the little sickly child is bumming around, burning up also I'd imagine, on her mother's bed. Her temperature is ranging from 100-103 and her mood is most likely pausing at dull and slumberous. Oh but not to fear, for her Mother is a nurse and has been for years.

Last time the toddler dwelled so low I bought her play-doh and dolls, perhaps tomorrow we'll read and push away those stark and intruding walls. Perhaps excerpts of Jean Valjean, or perhaps tales of glory from memory of mine will enthrall the mind and tickle the brain.

In the end, more her choosing than mine, the green couch will be filled and the tube full of toons. I'll get a day of Nick Jr, some Samurai Jack, and perhaps when the dozing starts - a peak at the stocks.