I'm home sick. No, not homesick, but at home because I am sick. Flu-like illness. High fever, aches and pains, and nausea. Ick.
I thought I'd do some writing, but now I see that just isn't going to happen. I'll try again later.
I'm going back to bed.
UPDATE: At noon the phone rang, Eight year old, who was at a day camp program threw up. All over himself. I had to go pick him up. (Mr. Bee is out of town until next week. Seventeen is at work.) Not to brag or anything - but me with a temp of 102, unshowered, snarled hair in scrunchie, baggy sweatpants, flip-flops - has to walk into the building, talk to the teacher and sign him out. Ugh.
My fever broke at about 4:00, and aside from a little bit of a sore throat I'm feeling better. Now to get Eight feeling good again. His temp is 104. :-(