So Claire decided to get whatever hell-flu-cold-plague is going around Casa Athenae again this week (I went to a conference over the weekend and brought back my third virus in two months, WTF) and Mr. A and I have spent most of the last couple of days anxiously watching her. She’s perked back up, is eating on her own and kicking the ass of her favorite toy, so I think she’s going to be just fine:

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