Poor Lyn is ill. I think she has what I had on Saturday, which hopefully means it'll clear up soon, but right now she looks severely under the weather. She spent most of today in bed. I feel bad because I don't know what to do; I whish I could help but I don't know how. I want to be useful. Luckily, Dan, our PA, is proving to be quite a good nurse, but I guess one of the suckiest things about CP is that you can' help the girl you love get better.