We know for sure that Will had strep throat — the positive culture at the doctor’s office said so.

We’re pretty sure that when Joe spiked a fever last night, he’d finally succumbed.  (Joe, does your throat hurt? No.  Well, only when I swallow…)  Actually, we knew even before we saw the thermometer — Joe got COLD, and put on his sweatshirt, and Joe NEVER gets cold.  He wanders around here in our 60-62ish house temperature with barefeet and short sleeves…

Me?  I don’t know what’s wrong.  My throat is a LITTLE sore.  My stomach hurt a LITTLE bit this morning, and my head hurts just a bit, too.  On the other hand, everything’s dry, and I often have a bit of a sore throat, and gee, my stomach is always betraying me, and the fact that my neck is in desperate need of adjustment, just might have somthing to do with the headache.

Whatever’s wrong with me, it got me out of going grocery shopping.  Ha.  Mark had to go, and all by himself, couldn’t talk Will into joining him.  I stayed home and snoozed, read my book, watched the latest episode of Battlestar Galactica (and cried at the end), and sewed.

And I seem to be feeling better, so I should probably go to bed NOW so that I get plenty of sleep and continue to feel better…Rather than staying awake until all hours playing with Photoshop, even though I’m dying to do so.  I’ve already learned some really cool stuff from my new book — I want to keep going!

Of course, it would be nice if I had some decent pictures to work on.  Every single one I’ve taken in the last 2 days has been blurry.  The least blurry picture I took was one of Katie.

Yes, indeed.  The one somewhat-not-blurry picture I took is of the dog licking herself.  There’s a lesson there, somewhere, I’m sure.

Good night.

Suzanne