There is a sharply angulated hot poker lodged in my face, entering just under the left eye, with the tip lodged snugly against the left ear drum. I am running a fever for the fourth day in a row. Based on a small sampling of epidemiological evidence, I can expect to begin feeling better on Sunday (Rob has to wait until Monday.) The children have just completed their respective weeks of misery and are now mostly bored and irritable. Rob and I plan to engage in a feeble bout of arm-wrestling to see who has to bundle up and stumble down to the school bus tomorrow morning with the girl child.
On a less self-pitying note, I am immensely grateful for and touched by all your expressions of sympathy. Seriously, it does help. (Though I noticed a small but significant spike in subscription numbers since I stopped posting, and I can't help wondering what that means.... Perhaps I really do talk too much. :))