Finally on the mend after a nasty bout of 'flu... We've spent a great deal of time migrating from bed to couch and back again, but I'm suddenly struck with a fit of cabin fever that I think the baby shares. It's a dull week when all you've done is lie about hacking and sicking up, with the added bonus of watching (the same) movies repeatedly in between bouts. (You try arguing with a two year old over the merits of NOT watching Monsters Inc. for the fifteenth time in succession when you're ill.) I don't know if I can persuade Mooch to sit still long enough to participate in story hour down at the library on Tuesday, but I'm almost willing to give it a try if only to get out of the apartment for a bit.
Life progresses as usual otherwise... The fish continue to be a source of amusement; Mooch has shown a certain affinity for toothpaste as an art medium, particularly on upholstery and wood; we're having stuffed peppers for lunch tomorrow; and despite my day to day busy-ness I'm feeling dreadfully bored. It's just February wearing on me, I know, but the sheer greyness of the month permeates the soul. I have the oddest feeling that I'm waiting for something, but I can't pinpoint what it is.
I hope all of you are well and making the best of your February, and I'll post again when I've something a bit more interesting to discuss.