I can feel it. It’s coming. The first wave of illness of the 2018/2019 school year is upon us. H started complaining that he wasn’t feeling well on Friday night. He was coughing a little, but we hoped it was just a wee bug and that he’d sleep it off with a good night’s sleep. By Sunday he was running a low grade fever and had developed a lovely little chest cough. Thankfully he sounds worse than he feels, and it’s been a battle to explain that while they sound similar, “wrestling” is not the same as “resting”. He isn’t terribly hungry, but he is still insisting that he’s not…