Mother’s Day. I wake up late with a sore throat. Last week Amy was diagnosed with pinkeye and then strep throat the next day because she works with children and children are vectors of disease and infection. My eyes feel a little itchy. Amy is in the living room drinking coffee and talking to her sister on the phone. I grab my phone to check my email, two emails. The first email was sent at 4:51 in the morning, the second 27 minutes later. They’re both marked unread.