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.