They Say It’s My Birthday

Still sick.  Still busy.  Too busy to write much. Except – Happy Birthday to me!  I am taking a few hours out of my day this evening to do something as yet unnamed with the husband.  He’s got something in mind, I think.  Otherwise it will be a harried day on no sleep.  Up at 4 this morning with Jack, who coughed too much for either of us to sleep.  I finally went in the front room with him to watch Finding Nemo.  He crawled all over me as I tried to snooze.  He seems to feel somewhat better now.

I am quite upset with this virus.  Can I not get a birthday reprieve?