72: Ill

I am sick. Naturally. I've been in a fog all day. Normally I would eat a clove of garlic, but I have a feeling Eve won't take kindly to garlic-flavored milk.

I am glad for the day off, but I made sure to explain to Eve that in this house, we do not celebrate Christopher Columbus, but rather remember the millions of Indigenous Peoples he brutalized, raped, and murdered. I didn't go into the grisly details. But she gets it. 

Back to the grind tomorrow.