sick as a dog

Poor Daniel is down hard with the flu. I haven't seen him like this since he had swine flu four years ago. He's been lying on the couch or in bed since Wednesday afternoon, after dragging himself to work earlier in the week.

Man's Best Friend

In the meantime, I'm running around with a bottle of disinfectant in my hand, trying to keep up some semblance of holiday cheer with stir-crazy kids and a mile-long to-do list. We leave town in 4 days.

Yikes.

It feels wrong to complain in light of this week's events, both in CT and among our circle of friends. But I do hope Daniel recovers soon and we don't catch it.

I hope you and yours are keeping healthy!