Ah, those goofy gods. My life is a major yuk-fest. Like the Keystone Kops where I’m the only Kop.
Monkey Boy is on his 2nd day home from school. He has the kind of sore throat that makes breathing an exercise in agony, and a slight fever. But his tonsils aren’t swollen and I didn’t see any white spots or even angry red when I looked down his throat this morning. Still debating whether it’s worth a call to the pediatrician. For now, it’s warm tea with honey and the occasional squirt of Chloraseptic.
But he’s napping now, so it’s time to write!