Ugh. We are all very sick. Surprisingly enough, with different ailments, just to keep things fun and exciting! Veto has some sort of bronchule/pneumonia type-thingy (yes, I did study one term of medical/Latin terminology - and aced it - but I can still say "thingy").
My rheumatoid arthritis has flared and brought with it a nasty sinus infection as a result of immune-suppressing drugs that for some reason I thought could be taken with red wine the whole time we were traveling, so much for that theory. I was so ill at my regularly-scheduled specialist appointment, she didn't make-me-like-Roger-Clemens and I didn't get any steroid support for my joints. I will officially be on the D.L. for the rest of the holiday season, nursing my nasty rotator cuff injury and having Veto step in to lift the bird to home plate. Even on death's very door I can still muster baseball analogies.
Buddy has mono... uh-hmmmm, the "kissing disease." I will get to the bottom of that later. Who was he kissing, with his mouth full of packing from his wisdom tooth removal? Something is not quite right with that picture. It appears to me it should be called the snoozing disease, because that's all he's done for three days and nary kissed me but once.
Thankfully, Loopy only has a sore throat at this point but has wisely jumped ship and moved to Grandma's with her mathlete stuff and her dog. We'll hopefully see her by Christmas.
On the bright side, the painter left today, job quasi-finished, save for a few touch-ups so I can reveal the new dining room... soon... after some more sleeeeeeep. Wanna hint? Wanda's rug looks fan-tastic!