I had a surprising number of errand for a work day. I dropped off the compost. Dad cut a long stick into five sticks. I dropped off the household donations. I got gas. I picked up groceries.
Now, Meijer was really busy so I couldn't park in my normal spot of #2. I had to go around and ended up in #6. Imagine my surprise when Joshua complained about it because 6-7. He thought I should move to parking spot 5. (Isaac mentioned that kids aren't saying 6-7 at school as much anymore, but I feel like I still hear it from him a lot. Not necessarily in the random way it was apparently often used, but the sequence comes up more often than one might expect.)
Last night was a bit rough, stepwise. I was almost asleep when I started coughing, and I couldn't stop. I finally moved out to the couch for a few hours, but it still took me a while to get it under control enough to go to sleep. I think I'll just sleep in the guest room tonight; it's annoying but then at least Ben will get some sleep. I thought I was getting better, and it suddenly hit.
Tomorrow looks like an odd combination of busy and relaxing. The kids don't have school and we have some fun (and some boring) things planned.
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