We've been fighting the creeping crud at our house. Well, rather, my husband has been fighting it. It is three weeks and counting now. He is back at work, but he probably shouldn't be. The doctor diagnosed it as bronchitis, and he is taking meds for it, along with all his other medications he has to take every day. Sigh. I wish he felt better. At least he is sort of on the mend.
Of course, since everyone else has been feeling fine, now that he's getting better, they're getting sick! Coughs and sniffles abound. We should buy stock in cold medicine companies.
In the midst of this, I am still writing to pay the bills. I am trying to also write my own eBooks, and prepare for the Trust Birth Conference. I still have two drawing commissions to complete. I need to go out and fix one of the rabbit cages. At least the sun is out, and if I get overwhelmed, I can play a game or two of mahjohng.
Life could be a lot worse. At least the baby is still well and is in a good mood today. And I have a crocus and some snowdrops blooming in the yard.
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