I’ve taken an intermittent hiatus the last couple of days, from writing blog posts, because we’re all suffering from the flu (or something similar).

I thought I was being diligent, responsible, when I signed little L and myself up for the flu mist (the vaccine not being available here until November).  The nurse told us, quite sweetly I might add, “You may experience some mild symptoms, because, you know, you’re getting a smidgen of live virus.”

MILD SYMPTOMS?  We got the full-blown shebang, and now Dan has it, too.  “Remind me,” he says in his barely there voice, “why this is a good thing?”

I tell him, “Well, maybe we get it now, and we won’t get it later,” but I know, you know, that’s not how it works.  Does it?  Ever?

Ugh.

It makes me so thankful for health.

[Post image: “Doctor and Boy Looking at Thermometer” by Norman Rockwell]