..... and now my husband is sick.
He has a bad cold, complete with a sore throat, and plans to spend the weekend on the couch with my hearty approval. Poor chap! First my illness, complete with at least five doctor's visits, one surgical procedure, 20 days of antibiotics, and bandages covered with pus and blood. In the middle of all of that, his new job which turned out to be far more technical than he had any idea. So no wonder he got sick.
I have been back at work almost a full week. My new employer was extremely generous in dealing with my being gone since I obviously had not accrued nearly enough sick time to handle being gone that long. I am very grateful for that.
What else is new? I just found out last night that the Cubs won the World Series for the first time in 100+ years. Oh, and someone I didn't like got elected but that was pretty much inevitable, considering the two choices. Dad is at Deer Camp but has yet to get a deer.
And finally, I've got just enough energy to look around and conclude that the housework is lagging sadly behind, but not quite enough energy to do anything about it. That last part isn't true. I'm going to make myself tackle at least laundry and cleaning off my desk. There's only so much moving of piles one can do before one just has to sort through said piles!