Talea is sick. She caught the same cold every other mocoso in town has. It is all Pepino Suave´s fault. When I picked her up from swimming Tuesday night I should have taken her home. Instead, we went on a romp through the center of town looking for spooks, candy calaveras, altares, belated trick r´ treaters, and other Halloween/Day of the Dead week adventures. Talea´s head was still wet from swimming, and we walked about two miles in the cool evening air. We saw a lot of what we were looking for, but now Talea is laid up with a sore throat and mocos. I don´t think she´d even appreciate a candy calavera right now. Bad Daddy.