We are currently between spew sessions...the wee one has the flu. I walked into work really not wanting to be there today, but c'mon! I didn't want anyone to pay for my wish. Shortly after I settled in at work, I got the call from daycare that Kidlet was a limp, shivery noodle. I picked her up and when we got home, the spewing commenced (all over poor hubby). Then one of the dogs followed suit. Several loads of laundry later, I think we have it all under control.
I should be using this time to work on my schoolwork, where I am woefully behind but procrastination's cool, right? All the hip kids are doing it. I'm just having a very hard time getting into "A True History of the Captivity and Restoration of Mary Rowlandson" (1682). It's choc full of threats of getting "knockt in the head" and icky food (rancid bear meat, boiled maggoty bones. For reals.).
Ok, now to do some knitting. Oh right, I mean toiling through Mary Rowlandson.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
oh poor bean...hugs to the girl and hugs to you! hope health finds your peeps soon.
God sustains Mary when 'ground nuts' don't. Oy vey.
The kidlet has moved on from puking to fever and runny nose. Thanks for the condolences!
Post a Comment