I didn’t want to put her pukey day on blast in our last issue, but it felt notable that Kina had more or less no conscious interaction with the world—with the exception of a bite of breakfast and a spoon of soup at lunch—at all yesterday. This is classic Sick Kina, I should say; she stays almost entirely still for 24 hours, runs a steady fever, and then pops up suddenly like a marionette and asks for popsicles. It’s very worrisome, until it’s not.

Today she’s fine. Who knows.

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