Well now I’ve done it. I’ve managed to make myself sick. I blame it on the Tibbles (a nickname that Sister #2 gave to Sister #3’s boys). Cade and Nolie were both sporting colds when I went over there on Wednesday. After two days of brewing the cold has leveled me. Spending some 12 hours at the Fair yesterday probably didn’t help.
So I have decided that despite the half-painted kitchen, the unwritten stories, the unorganized closet, and the messy Fortress of Solitude, I am doing nothing today. No nothing. I am so excited about the possibility that I might have to go take a nap.