I had a great plan today to work on the One Single Impression cue of color. Unfortunately, Butterball decided to interfere with my relax-write poetry-crochet on afghan day. She has had a fever for five days without much else. No ear pulling and only really cranky when her fever would spike. She did have a loss of appetite for the last few days and today decided she was not interested in nursing. So Nanny decided to take her to Urgent Care. Approximately 759,367 other parents also decided the same thing. They arrived at 1pm when it opened (I think, I was still at home dreaming the foolish dreams of a Grandmother left to her own devices). By 3pm they still had not been seen and Lloyd had to leave for work at 3:45. So who ya gonna call? Grambusters! I went over and relieved him. We were eventually seen and they couldn’t find anything wrong, but just in case they wanted to do a chest x-ray (I am still not sure about that one). But, alas, there is no x-ray machine at the UC. So they sent us off to the local emergency room for that (which is also the trauma center for the area and one of the busiest places in the county). We returned with our x-ray on CD and Butterball was pronounced:

A cold.

I got home at 8PM!!!!

I will not, however, miss a day of NaPoWriMo. For I am Grambuster

Your chubby cheeks flushed coral
Your eyelids painted crimson, with a slash of violet underneath
Eyes of seagreen glassed over
All set within a palette of pale cornsilk
A dose of bright salmon Motrin
Combined with fluffy, cotton candy pink love from Mommy and Grandma
And POOF
You start feeling peachy!