I feel like I’ve been sick for two months…pretty much because I have been sick for two (almost three) months, off and on. I remember this from when Pea started daycare, except that was four months, included my once-only case of laryngitis and my first case of strep, and ended with me on prednisone for a week.

I was on top of things over the weekend, including baking and pre-cooking dinners, and then today, M was home sick. Pea and I went out and then a couple of hours after we got home, WHAM. Aching. Chills. Tired. Nose running. I am hoping this is short lived, because uncle.

In other news? The novel I was done with has now been rewritten and edited and is 11,000 words longer than it was, which means it probably needs to be edited again (I am of the less is more camp).

In our slow reintroduction to television post-Pea (really, we pretty much stopped altogether for a few years), we finished all the Big Bang Theory and have moved onto Kingdom, which is entertaining if you’ve ever been a solo practitioner in a small town. Or if you like Stephen Fry. Or both. (Every time we watch it, I try to imagine living in the same small place your whole family has lived for hundreds of years. I feel a mixture of claustrophobia and longing. It’s just so foreign.) Anyway, it’s low-stress, with some really funny subtle humor. Like Kipper for grownups. Seriously, watch it.

As gifts and cards arrive in the mail, I am overwhelmed, in a good way. So many people have become surrogate aunts and uncles and cousins to Pea since my family bowed out, and it has made a huge difference. You know who you are. Thank you.