Cause right now I don’t.
Winter means more germs swirling around without the benefit of fresh air to disperse.
Winter means children who are going nuts from not having enough physical activity.
But, it is winter, still.
Whinnie is over being sick, but not her full-energy self.
Theo is sick, and thoroughly into not caring what I say or think about just about everything.
Chris is in Denver for several more days.
Ah, the joys of being, however termporarily, an indentured servant to demanding midgets.