Last Night I heard some dreaded words come out of Jedd's mouth: “Ugh. I think I'm getting sick.”
No, no, no.
He works with big sharp tools for his woodworking, and I suddenly had visions of him impaling himself with a chisel after a particularly violent sneeze.
Or nearly as bad, Jedd having to miss a show that a friend of his is playing in Winooski. There's something kind of