Boxes and Bugs

The box originally had a garden tool in it--it wasn't an especially big tool, but it was long, and I guess that was the size of box they had that would fit it lengthwise. We've acquired a large amount of cardboard boxes of late, what with Amazon Prime and all, and it's a good thing our curbside recycling began today (yay!), because we've been saving it up. Now Ezra can quit hassling me about recycling things.

We're still a sick family...it's been twelve days since Gideon first got sick, and we've all participated. Right now I'm probably the healthiest one, and I'm not getting a lot of sleep because nights are particularly bad with this bug. Coughing, fever, ear infection, headache, sore throat, eye gunk, vomiting...it's been really, really fun. Or, you know, not so much.

Bradley is staying home today, partly because he feels miserable but mostly because he doesn't want to get his co-workers sick. And we didn't have therapy this morning, because Gideon's PT was in a bike crash this weekend, and really messed up her wrist--to the point where she is going to have surgery on it. Poor Kim. So it's been a weird Monday, which followed a weird Sunday. Both Bradley and I needed to be at church during the third hour yesterday--Bradley called two new counselors to serve with him in the EQ, and I was teaching in RS. But with four sick kids, and Telima in Vegas, and...well, what do you do? You ask your non-member next-door neighbors to watch your kids for you, that's what you do.

The kids had a ball with Bob and Tobi, and my lesson went well and Bradley's new counselors are sustained and set apart. So all is well. But it sure was a strange Sunday.

Sorry this is a bit rambling...you'll survive, though. I love you all and I'll write more later!