first it was my daughter. a nice upper respiratory bug. followed by me, getting slammed with a sinus infection. she got better. i got better, finally. then came my son, flowing with goopy yellow snot. (let’s just tell it like it is, shall we?) followed my me, slammed with another sinus infection. i feel like i’ve been hit by a truck. a big, achey, snotty, fatiguey truck.

next time, i’m quarantining the children.

so, instead of writing, i’ve been parking my fanny in front of season 2.5 of battlestar galactica and sucking down vitamin c. fun times. don’t tell me what happens next…