*cough cough*
Still alive over here. Just not posting. Had an awful cold in December that killed my voice for the Handel's Messiah performances, sort of got it back for Beethoven, got sick again in early February but forced my voice to be back for our Faure Requiem perfomances. Had a delightful time at Madrona Fiber Arts making a wee Estonian triangle shawl and spinning lots of samples of silk. Will probably be saying "Judith says" for the next year (plus her book is a MUST BUY for any of you who spin or are interested in spinning. Seriously. Buy it now, I'll wait).
This was followed by my mom having minor surgery on her back two weeks ago, and her computer dying the same day, so I gave her my laptop so she could stay connected while recovering. We got her set up with a new machine this weekends, while wrog was back east at our niece's senior recital. Then yesterday afternoon Pip got feverish and wanted to sleep in my mom's bed, and today both kids were feverish and sleeping and sneezing on me off and on all day, but kathrynt brought us provisions. Now both kids are in bed and wrog is safely home despite the snow dump on the eastern seaboard and a 100mph headwind across much of the country and apparently my body said "oh look, someone else to be in charge, you can get sick now, too" because I've been coughing since the time his plane was supposed to land.
But nobody got a scarily high fever, we've all had rest and fluids, my mom has recovered to the point where she doesn't need daily help, wrog is home, we all have functioning computers and I have lovely friends to help out and lovely yarn to knit, so life is really pretty good.
This was followed by my mom having minor surgery on her back two weeks ago, and her computer dying the same day, so I gave her my laptop so she could stay connected while recovering. We got her set up with a new machine this weekends, while wrog was back east at our niece's senior recital. Then yesterday afternoon Pip got feverish and wanted to sleep in my mom's bed, and today both kids were feverish and sleeping and sneezing on me off and on all day, but kathrynt brought us provisions. Now both kids are in bed and wrog is safely home despite the snow dump on the eastern seaboard and a 100mph headwind across much of the country and apparently my body said "oh look, someone else to be in charge, you can get sick now, too" because I've been coughing since the time his plane was supposed to land.
But nobody got a scarily high fever, we've all had rest and fluids, my mom has recovered to the point where she doesn't need daily help, wrog is home, we all have functioning computers and I have lovely friends to help out and lovely yarn to knit, so life is really pretty good.