I’m sick. Again. And not like walking around with cold feeling whiny and pathetic sick, but dizzy, woozy, I should probably be in bed sick. My body feels like it was beaten with a baseball bat. The kind fo sick where I’d usually just cry ans wish someone would take care of me. But Kassie’s here and Anna. Kassie’s making me soup and pie crust cookies for Anna so that it smells like my grandmother’s house in here. Anna’s just generally being solicitous. So rather than wishing I had care, I feel vaguely guilty that people are doing things for me and I can’t be helpful or take care of them in return. God, typing this is making me cry. I wonder if I have a fever. Or perhaps brain damage. Also now I suddenly miss my Gramma.