I'm slowly crawling out from under the worst head cold I've had in many years. Yesterday was a lost day - I was unable to think, and barely able to feed myself. Murphy and the cats were on their own, mostly. Today I did do laundry, and I'm able to breathe and speak a little without snorrrting and coughing up a lung, so it's passing, but I'm still not really coherent.
I did knit things, and watch movies I can't remember. And tomorrow is Monday, and that was my weekend. I still need to finish taxes, and boy, the yard is really dead and some of the shrubbery does not appear to be coming back. The joys of home-ownership are without measure, truly.
Grandchild countdown is on - there is a prospect of inducing her arrival a bit early. Granddaughter is still quite fine, but she's now 38 weeks and due to some iffy measurements of amniotic fluid last week they may make the call to nudge her out a bit early. I'm still scheduled to visit the 3rd weekend in March, when Girl and BF and the Dawg Pack will house sit. In the meantime, there will be pictures and perhaps some live updates from the delivery, courtesy of Boy.
She's almost here! How wild is that?