The Cold of Doom

We’ve had the cold of doom running through my family this month. Since the day before Halloween, somebody’s had it or just gotten over it.

What? It’s almost Thanksgiving? It’s almost like my November disappeared in a haze of coughing, post-nasal drip, fever, and fatigue. Just how I wanted to spend it!



The good news, however, is that at this moment nobody is sick or appears to be coming down with anything. I’m crossing my fingers and hoping it stays this way. Here’s to less sickness and TV-watching in the next few weeks. (In related news, Ruby has memorized all the songs in Nightmare Before Christmas, or as she calls it, “Pumpkin King!”)