[Warning! This post contains content that some people might find icky. If you've got a weak stomach, don't read. Seriously]
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I was absolutely going to post yesterday. I snapped a few pictures, I had a few thoughts composed. All I wanted to do was to watch an episode of my show and then take care of everything around 9-9:30 last night.
Sometimes we don’t get to do the things that we want to do.
Around 8:30 or so, while I was watching TV. I heard an odd coughing coming over the monitor, followed by crying.
Coughing isn’t all that unusual. And I’ve heard worse crying coming from my daughter. I don’t know if it was the combination of the two, or the pitch and substance of the crying, but I suddenly found myself running from the tv room up the stairs to to my child.
