I am sick.
My son is better at being sick than I am. He's still pretty good-natured except when something hurts and then he cries -- but who can blame him? Mostly I am just grumpy. AL's been very sweet. So I'm not so grumpy as much as just slow. I feel like Frankenstein's monster.
I did get some work done in slow motion while waiting to see the doctor.
Over and out.