My best guess is that now that it’s near the end of spring and it’s supposed to be in the 90s this weekend, the universe realized we weren’t sick enough this past winter (and really, we luckily, were not) and so it’s making up for that now.
Owen got pinkeye, too. This, however, transformed Sophie. We told her she needed to show Owen how to do the eye drops and she totally stepped up to the plate and does them with just a small “ouch” each time a drop goes in. Seriously, it’s incredible. Owen, on the other hand, needs pinned down.
Andy has worked from home all week. He can’t talk, can’t eat and can’t sleep because of the coughing. He finally went to the doctor today, and was prescribed antibiotics. Hopefully they begin working soon.
I’m fine. Sore throat, annoying cough, achey, but no fever or pinkeye so, fine.
James has, miraculously, avoided all of this.
But talk of sickness is boring, I know. So instead I thought I’d share photos from a happier a day. It was rainy, but Nini (as grandmas often do) made up for it with stories and porch time—a reminder that even seemingly bad days can, in the long run, be good.
“The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.” —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
