Concession

Part of the reason I was so miserable for the past few days is that I was suffering the effects of the bug that laid Pippa low Friday night and that has been plaguing Josiah for the past couple of days. I resisted admitting that while we were on the road, partly because I didn’t want to concede the possibility that I might have had the digestive effects that Pippa (and Si, apparently) experienced while I was aboard a plane, partly because the wearying travel provided an adequate explanation for my discomfort, and partly because I’m just a stubborn cuss who refuses to admit that he might be sick until he collapses in his bed at 7:30 in the evening, and doesn’t get up till 7 the next morning.

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