Around here, being sick doesn’t count for much. I suppose it’s the same for every parent: no matter how sick we may feel, neither love nor kids take days off. So yesterday we “did school” in my bed, including an impromptu and wholly unintentional lesson in which I demonstrated the velocity of a sneeze complete in technicolor, thanks to an ill-timed swallow of Kool-Aid.

I wholly intended to remain in bed today, too, and am rather sure my doctor would advise me to do so. Unfortunately, thanks to a 102 fever last night, my bed now smells like a locker room and I don’t have the energy to do much about it.

So, I got out our crafts box, spread a plastic tarp on the kitchen floor and told The Big-Eyed Boy it’s “Art Day.” He’s happily mushing clay into various unidentifiable shapes and poking them full of pipe cleaners and beads while I try to discover just how much snot one body can produce. There’s got to be a finite amount of it, right?

Meanwhile, I’m going to cruise by this week’s Carnival of Homeschooling at Principled Discovery for a dose of moral support from my fellow homeschooling parents. Then I’ll peruse the Carnival of Recipes, Indian Summer edition at One for the Road in hopes of finding something simple to throw together for dinner.

Then, if I can entice the Big-Eyed Boy to play an educational computer game, I just might get a chance to read the Council’s nominations (which include one of my essays) at the Watcher of Weasles. Perhaps in my NyQuil-induced haze I will finally figure out what weasles need to be watched.