We're still sick. I'd like to regale you with all the hilarity of our lives right now, but it'd be fiction. We had all kinds of fun stuff going on this weekend, and we had to beg off every single bit of it and even a party tonight. The kids are more or less okay, I'm recovering at a snails pace, and poor Joshua, whose already had this mess, started running a fever again last night and is out of commission again.
We pretended we were healthy long enough to mow the lawn and trim the bushes yesterday (Thanks to the needed blessing of rain, our yard was beginning to be a major eye-sore in the neighborhood). We've both been paying the price. Why didn't it occur to one of us to hire on of the neighbor boys, I will never know.
Suffice it to say, this is not how I imagined this month looking. But here's the thing; we're okay. We're together. We have plenty of soup and bread and cheese and crackers, but nobody really wants food. We've puzzled and read books and done school work and folded laundry and vacuumed and changed diapers. We all have lots of new knowledge concerning early space missions. We are, for the most part, still sane considering we've all been cooped up for pretty much two weeks solid. We've watched copious amounts of television and we've talked about some adventures we'd like to do this fall.
We're hoping we are all healthy again by then!
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