Oh universe, how you seem to love throwing challenges at me. Do you do it just for shits and giggles? Or is the purpose of it to “make me stronger,” since nothing has killed me yet?

Alex is sick. And I feel like I might be coming down with whatever he has. This cold (I really hope it’s not the flu–he’s had a shot, I haven’t) came on fast. He spent most of the day laying on the couch and he’s complaining of a very sore throat. The dry air in the house combined with his stuffed up nose likely isn’t helping.

I suppose there’s some good news: I won’t have to get up at 5:30 in the morning to feed him.

I think I’ll go to bed early. Staying up late certainly won’t help me stay healthy.

Cheers with vitamin C, my friends.