I started to write a narrative and then found that I didn’t know where to begin, and as soon as I felt like I was losing time, I decided to just go with a poems only post again.
I don’t particularly like making diary type introductions, so if I can’t find something to connect my weekly narrative too, I generally don't feel very good about it.
It turned out my son just had roseola (I think that is the correct translation), but he had a steady fever of 40 degrees and slightly higher for three days, which is 104 degrees Fahrenheit, and there were times when his breathing got strange so I found myself feeling very torn about whether to run to the hospital or not.
It was a bit scary at times, and with the death of my grandmother on my mind, my thoughts were a bit extreme.