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Son#1 has been ill for 3 days.

This morning we left the house to alleviate his cabin fever, & drove to Dordrecht for nice coffee.

He hangs and sags a lot, coughs his lungs out.

No longer a little boy, he's quickly catching up to my 1,74 m.

It is terribly cold, the bone-gnawing kind and we drove back from Dordt in snowy rain.

I left my piles and piles of exams at work - this will be the first weekend since September that I won't work or prepare. 

I should, but I won't [read: can't].

An oeuf is an oeuf

[enough = enough]

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