...I'm sick. Uck.
Jonah's had one of his trademark marathon colds for nearly a week and the rest of us have been fighting it off--along with the myriad other bugs that are going around this time of year. John looked like he was about to succumb a few days ago and I told him I would take it personally if he did. Only someone terribly inconsiderate would get sick right as we are getting ready to head up to Seattle for Christmas. I would never do such a thing.
Or would I?
I've had spells today of feeling pretty awful, but I don't think it's going to get much worse. I managed to get a few things checked off my to-do list ("make a to-do list" being the first item on that list), made dinner, cleaned up, took a nice nap with Jonah. Most of the presents are wrapped and packed up into a big tub o' goodies (there are still the things I bought myself and that I insist John will wrap--I've got to draw the line somewhere). Tomorrow I'll be getting all the laundry done and start on the packing. We'll be out of here early, early Friday morning.