Still fighting off the creeping crud, still hacking up a lung, still feeling like my head is full of cotton. I'm drowning my sorrows tonight with mulled cider and mini-Kit Kats. I've got my mellow mix playing on the computer and I'm chillin'. Tomorrow I have to face stuffing goody bags for the boys' Harvest Day (whatever happened to good ole Halloween parties?) parties on Friday. I also need to finish up costume prep for trick-or-treating on Thurs. It's supposed to be cold here, not something I'm looking forward to in light of the way I've been feeling in the last week. I don't imagine wandering through the cold is going to help much. Ah well. Sacrifice is what parenting's about, right? Cough medicine, here I come. Happy Tuesday. N.