Days before Christmas (and the ER visit and the lice) Carter had an awful stomach bug. I am thinking the loss of that one night, and the odd nights to come almost three weeks ago, is what set me so off kilter and only now I'm finally starting to see clear through the fog.
But, there was sweetness. When Gray heard Carter was sick, he ran to him and soothed, "Can I come rub your back to make you feel better?" and Carter said, "That would be wonderful."