Twenty-Three

Day four of the flu, two hours post ibuprofen. Surely it will break soon. Logan will miss his field trip tomorrow, family reading night, and the book fair. Fortunately he has had a few moments of clarity. The fever will come down just enough that he can wrestle the dog, dump out all the Legos, or yell at his sister. Then with the blink of an eye he's curled up under a blanket, half asleep, shaking like a leaf.