Inching towards every time

Catering a luncheon for 50 today, and Oliver awoke with a fever. This is uncanny in the worst way, folks. I think we're nearing 100% on big job = sick child. Thank GOD T can stay home this morning and tend our little one. Off to warm gumbo, red beans, bread pudding and garlic butter for the bread. Glad I'm so flipping Type-A organized and needn't overly fret right now.