Sick
I am sick. Blargh blargh blargh.
Fortunately, it is just a head/chest cold, and not the übergross gastrointestinal situation that’s been going around within some people with whom I’ve been in contact lately.
Miles seems fine so far. He’s been a little crabby, but nothing out of the ordinary. Denny stayed home from work today to take care of him and give me a reprieve. This is good, because Miles likes to be sung to loudly, and I can only offer very low-volume versions of “Baby, Don’t You Cry” and “Los Pollitos Dicen” at the moment.