R and I are both down with colds.  Sneezy, sniffly, achy colds.  R has the coziest slippers on the planet that she got for Christmas.  These must be making her feel better!

P trundled off to school this morning.  He seems to be feeling fine, but it’s always hard to tell unless he’s running a big fever.  Nothing seems to take him out of the game.

I’m heading back to bed with a coffee and a book.  And some Tylenol.  Wish me luck.