I’m sick again. So is Susan. It seems like this illness just keeps going in circles through our family. First the kids had it, then Susan, then me, then the kids got sick again, now we’re sick again… It’s like a recursive function that hasn’t met its exit condition yet. Somebody make it stop!
All of this while we’re still trying to get the rest of our stuff moved out of the old house and into our new one. We’ve spent the last two weekends packing furniture and boxes in and out of the moving truck, only pausing now and again to blow our noses, cough, or take an all-too-brief water break. We’ve gotten most of the stuff moved, except for some things in the basement. I think we’re going to break down and hire some movers to get that stuff out, because if we keep going like this, the whole family will end up in the hospital.
I’m working from home today. Or at least, trying to work. My brain is still a little cloudy from sinus pressure and lack of sleep. But I feel better now than I did at 3:30 this morning, when I was attempting to cough up one of my lungs so I could get a better look at it.
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