Asymptomatic

There must be intelligent life down here

Zap!

I don’t know what it is about winter exactly that does it - and I’m certainly not far from learning what it is while sitting at the computer - but every year is a new adventure in Pavlovian training while exiting my car.

Perhaps it’s the extra layer of clothing that does it. Maybe it’s that plus the dry air. Every time I step out of the car after a ride of reasonable length, I get zapped when I touch the door.

The Weather Over Me

When I picked up Pat from the airport before Christmas, he said that he wasn’t really feeling all that well. Perhaps a perpetual thing for him. But the day after that I started to feel a little bit queesy just moving around.

Since then, both Riley and Berta have been sick. And Berta says that Abby was having similar complaints, too. Finally, on Monday, the illness struck. I didn’t wake up until 10:30, which is unusual in our house with the kids running around, and I didn’t actually get out of bed. Ever.