I’m sick. So are my parents. Dave’s not, but he’s away at work, anyhow. We’re going to do Thanksgiving on Friday. Or when we can eat again. Until then, I’ll be here.
My dad – the healthiest of the sick ones – and the kids have been really great about letting me get some rest. They keep telling me they just really don’t want to watch me throw up in the crayon bucket again, but I know it’s because they love me. I’m thankful for that.