The sun has finally come out, and I am in bed. After going to work yesterday morning and seeing a couple of students, I was suddenly overcome with the feeling that things were going to get very unpleasant, very quickly. I just managed to get myself home, and to spare you any further details, I've been in bed since. I ventured downstairs once, but for the most part, the painting pictured is what I've been looking at, although that's an old image. Thankfully, it's been nice and warm, so the window is wide open and it's been lovely to hear the birds going crazy, and there's a very pleasant breeze which I am imagining is whisking the germs away. I've slept a lot, and have read a bunch in Farm City by Novella Carpenter. I linked to a video of her awhile back; I was lucky enough to get the book as a birthday gift and am really enjoying it.
My splendid husband has been taking such good care of the boys and I. Thomas seems to have had a dash of this, too, poor little one, but he seems to be okay now. I've been the recipient of frequent popsicle deliveries (thanks to Ingrid for bringing those over!) and Phillip is so sweet. He brought in some jokes to read to me, he and Adam did some card tricks (thanks, JW!) and he just wants to check in with me. Hopefully tomorrow will be even better, and the other half of the house won't be afflicted!