First Cold

I haven't had the opportunity to properly assess which is worse, having a sick child, a sick husband or a sick self, as the three infections were only slightly staggered and we're now dealing with all three simultaneously. Not surprisingly, blog posts about Jane Austen, Scotland and noodles and Groundhog Cards have taken a back seat in a week dominated by thoughts of, "oh, poor baby, I can't do anything to help, please, just go to sleep" (thought to both pathetic sniffling child and deep throated hacking husband).