Bing decided to bring home a present from Chicago: a nasty cold.
Liv and I both caught it almost immediately, so we are all tucked in our beds. This sounds almost cozy, but it is not really. Bing is missing parent-teacher conferences (a huge no-no unless one is sick as a dog, which she is), I am laying in bed thinking about all the work that is piling up at the office and poor Liv, she was finally back at school full time after a bout with mono and now is officially knocked off of her feet again.
The sun is shining brilliantly and the air feels like Spring but, alas, none of us can smell it.
So, back when we all find our sea legs...