My eldest brought some special lung-based form of the plague home from chess camp, so we've all been busy with that, dealing with my mom, and of course, chess.
I haven't gotten to read here much, or really had anything I want to write about, which is highly unusual for me because even when I can't write, I still have things I want to write.
January really just sucks. It's the one month the whole house comes down with some awful child-borne illness, it's miserably cold, it's always when I feel way older than I really am, we try to squeeze birthday money out of rocks, and I'm so over giving my mom money, then watching her try to sell everything that ever meant anything. She has become frustratingly strange about "Stuff" since he died. My aunt sent a box to "The family", full of old postcards of my grandfather's and stuff like that, yea...I'm insanely frustrated with my mother right now.
I've been avoiding the attentions of my darling husband and Master too. In all fairness, his attentions are somewhat less than enthusiastic, given that he is also deserving of quarantine. What can I say, it's January.
He came back to life enough to point out that I've been slacking on everything in a major way--I was just alive enough to cringe.
Now I'm going to have more coffee, clean my house, and search for my sense of humor. A sense, which it seems, is sadly lacking at the moment.