September 23, 2001 - 8:25 p.m.
Zack woke up around midnight last night with a fever and an attitude. He still has both and I'm getting that achey, run down feeling now. The worst part is the pain in my ears. Yeah - my ears. Like someone's driving nails in them. Ow ow ow.
My poor little boy's nose is all red and runny. This evening he laid on the sofa with me and watched The Book of Pooh for about the 12th time this weekend. That, at least, makes him smile. He likes Eeyore best.
