014: Petulant Eight Year olds

I haven't been around much because Renge recently fell ill with a dreadful flu. You think you've experienced hell; you've not experienced a petulant eight year old with a head-cold in the middle of the night who won't sleep. I swear Senri, she's just like you, wanting to wander everywhere. Keeping her in bed so she wouldn't get worse was perhaps the toughest job I've had yet.

I don't know how my parents ever dealt with me when I was ill. I think I shall have to thank them for being practical saints.

I still haven't been looking for a new house. I'm wondering whether it's worth it or not. I shall have to ask Renge as well, but really, it's more convenient to live here. At the same time, there isn't much room for two people and a dog.

-Tachibana