Paul and I are both about half sick. Maybe a third. Not sick enough to stay home and rest, but sick enough for moderate headaches and joint pain and overwhelming fatigue. The children, exercising the instinct of all pack animals, are taking full advantage and striking at our weakest points. I might be a little scared of them, except we did get them into bed and it’s quiet in there.
I have to think the changeable weather pattern we’ve got going on is not helping with the malaise. I’m waiting to see when March will trot out the lovely little lamb we’re all waiting for. To her credit, I did see green patches on the ground yesterday. Perhaps she’ll pull through for us after all.
Elias doesn’t care either way. He has sunshine wherever he goes, that enviable little soul.