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Things are looking up over here. On top of the cold I came down with over the weekend, yesterday a stomach bug reared its ugly head. Since I am nothing if not dramatic, by about 9AM I assumed I was going to die. Holly was either also not feeling particularly spectacular herself, or she's a highly compassionate savant who knew I was in dire straits because she not only took a three hour morning nap, but later in the day she slept for another two hours. Meanwhile as soon as Dave came home at 5:30 I completely checked out, which would indicate I was checked in at some point during the day, which I wasn't, but Dave's arrival made it truly official. He made dinner for the kids, put them to bed, took the dog for a walk, then went back to lab. I sat on the couch, watched some AFV with Henry, took a shower, and went to bed. Dave's a pretty good guy, wouldn't you say? I'm also grateful this all went down yesterday instead of today, because Tuesday's are rough enough as it is.

Today Holly and I are both feeling better, although we seem to once again have a shared desire to take to our respective beds. However, instead of filling yet another day with crummy homemade chicken noodle soup (Which, for best results, needs to be made before one is actually sick. Just sayin'.) and lots of Sesame Street, we've been playing and cleaning and trying to feel like contributing members of the household again. It's sort of working. I'd still rather take a nap.