Saturday, January 26, 2013

Hot Zone

There's a baby sleep on my chest, and a husband working feverishly (emphasis on the fever) in our office.

We were downed by the flu, and are just now resurfacing. The Lady Lis is quite pissed off at the (understandable) lack of complete attention, full energy, and unwavering devotion from her parents; Vor is frantically behind at the office; I am utterly exhausted as the one person who did not get very sick, and consequently played solo parent/solo parent to sick child/nursemaid to miserable husband/working attorney with insane hearing schedule.

SO. We survived, etc. No need to send flowers.

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