Overheard

A thousand thousand blessings on my darling husband, who took the kids out for brunch and errands this morning, leaving my bad cold-germ-factory, snot-filled self to hold down the home front. (I'm sorry I missed you, Sunday knitters, but truly, it's better this way.) In due time they returned, and Miss B brought the groceries in while Grant changed Taz and tucked him in for a nap, telling him, "See if you can spend the next couple of hours not leaking."

I have done nothing whatsoever productive today, except laundry. The Random Laundry Generator is no respecter of illness.