It started Friday when Hubby came home sneezing, hacking and coughing. By Saturday, the rest of us were sneezing, coughing and hacking. We spent the entire weekend shuffling between bed, sofa and medicine cabinet… all sneezing, coughing and hacking. By this morning, Hubby felt well enough to go to work, so the Big-Eyed Boy has taken up residence on the sofa where he is still sneezing, coughing and hacking.

And, yes, I’m still sneezing, coughing and hacking, too. But, hey, I’ve got the computer to myself.

UPDATE: Of course, having a computer to myself is utterly meaningless when I can’t stay awake long enough to read, much less write anything. Bah.