I'm due for an update, but I don't think I have the strength. Sick kids = weary mom and dad. Sam's had a fever since Sunday and Charley is croup-coughing and looks sunburned he's so chapped from the snot-fiesta.
Sam was feeling so rough that he slept from 7:15 p.m. last night until noon today. No joke. No waking up during that time, just a solid sleep. And he woke up dry. I mean, seriously!? Can you imagine having that bladder? (This question mostly aimed at my preggo-sister.)
I found myself awake at 2:30 and thought 'what the heck', so I trekked downstairs, suited up and went out to see the eclipse. I had my camera, but it turns out that you can't successfully take that shot without a tripod. Between the shivering and the breathing the best I could do was:
I actually kind of like the shot. It's either a drunkards view of the spectacle, or some amoebal growth. It was amazing to see and I'm glad I ventured out, even though the fresh air made it difficult to go back to sleep.
I'm praying for a Christmas miracle; that we'll all be healthy by Friday. It's a lot to ask, but not impossible. Come on white blood cells! Ho Ho Ho
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