The husband is sick.  Any time either of my boys is sick, I’m a giant ball of anxiety (this makes no rational sense and it really annoys me, which is so much fun on top of the nervousness), so I’m eating popcorn for dinner and making sentence poetry.

I’m actually ahead with the project (January is nuts around here every year, so I made myself a cushion); hopefully by the time this posts, Scott will be healthy again, and if I or the boyo get sick, we’ll be on the mend, too.

Not sure what happened with my glasses up there; I’m gonna call it a superhero mask.

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