Abigail has had a fever for the past two days. 102. Poor thing just wants to breathe on me and use my face as a tissue. So we’re sick, together, again. Her more than me. In writing the pilot of Straight Up and Dirty for ABC, I’ve let the scrapbooking slide a bit. And when I say "a bit" I mean "completely." There are worse things. The upside is that she’s stopped smearing the dookie ever since I employed a liberal amount of duct tape to her diaper. So thank you for the advice.