Sick, sick, sick.

My son has passed me his ick.

I'm running a temperature of 101, hocking lugies like a toothless, chain-smoking hockey player, and just all around miserable. And of course, CPT Dick is still away. So I get to try to suffer through this while entertaining a newly healthy and incredibly energetic toddler. Add to that a house that needs to be cleaned so Munchkin doesn't accidentally impale himself on a food-encrusted fork and a bunch of deadlines that have to be met today, and you've got real fun. Yeah, me!

So forgive me if I have nothing else to comment on today. I'm going to go sit in the corner and try to at least look enthusiastic.