We woke up in the morning and Clarkie was bad. Like, really sick. As was Tate. And Imogen. Either Glo and Gordon were going home, or I would take Glo and Clarkie to the emergency room in Hancock. I decided to take him in. We spent so many hours there only for the ER doctor to have no idea what was wrong. When I looked on the internet afterwards, it appeared to be hand, foot and mouth disease....which it was. You know, there are all kinds of jokes amongst doctors that "your internet search doesn't make up for my 12 years of schooling" but in this instance, the internet correctly diagnosed Clark versus two different doctors who didn't. I wish I could write about what happened at the lake and fishing with Hannah and Trevor, but I wasn't there. I know Trevor spent many months stressing over boats and rentals and other things, but in the end, everyone enjoyed relaxing around a private lake...and caught nothing ;-) Okay, I take that back. ...
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