Cough, cough. Sniff.

We're all sick here. It started with Seth, he was coughing and coughing and coughing on Thursday, and he had a fever and took a nap. You know they're sick when they lie down in the middle of the day. And both Evan and I woke up yesterday with sore throats and coughs and runny noses.


And, despite my knowledge that more production = bad for our planet, when I feel this way, I will have Puffs Plus. Not recycled, thin as a breath generic tissues. Fluffy, soft Puffs Plus, with Lotion.

And we're seriously low on furniture here, when we moved, we got rid of all the old, stained ripped-up stuff - which was basically everything - and we haven't been able to replace it yet. Well, I could probably have replaced it with more old ripped-up stuff, but I'm holding out for something that might last a while. Beggars CAN be choosers. Unfortunately, you can't curl up and moan and watch cable TV on a lawn chair, it just doesn't work. So I'm reading in bed, listening to NPR, wondering... maybe I do want a TV in my bedroom. (NO I don't!!) The boys are with their dads this weekend, curled up and moaning and watching cable TV at their houses. Actually, Seth is better now, which gives me hope that this will pass quickly. 'Til then, it's me and our remaining cats and the dog, waiting for This American Life, listening to Peter Sagal and Garrison Keillor in the meantime. At some point, I'll shuffle to the kitchen for some OJ & soup.

It's not such a bad day. Hand me a tissue, will ya?