Remember that blithe comment I made yesterday about neither of my kids ever having a prescription? Jinx indeed. Clare ended her six-and-a-half-year streak today with a diagnosis of bronchitis and a prescription for a lovely-colored, but apparently vile-tasting, azithromycin. Paging Mary Poppins! Fortunately, this is a newfangled prescription that requires only one dose a day for a mere three days.
Meanwhile, here is a totally-unrelated photo for the day. Pretty much sums up how Danny has spent his time without Clare to amuse him.