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Toby and I are both sick. Not horribly so, just sniffly and sneezy and a little gross. It's the first time we've been sick together, and it's oddly romantic. Blowing snot rockets in the woods is a nice bonding experience. Who knew?

We have one more full day in Virginia, and I'm quite ready to head home, as I'm sure he is, too. Last night as he was dozing off, he started talking in his sleep:

Sleep Toby: Cleopatrick...
Meg: What about him?
Sleep Toby: We need him.

Awwww. It's true. I miss that little furball. I hope he's happy to see us when we get home.

I also have tendinitis in my right hand, which is not getting any better despite wearing a brace and taking anti-inflammatories, and I'm ready to just trade this body in for a new one.