On the sofa with the sickie

I am on one end of the sofa and Summer is stretched out with her little sick feet on my lap.We have the firestove going, warming up her. She has a comforter my grandmother made on her top half and a modern fiber-filled throw on her knees and feet. For a while Sydney was on top of her. He wasn’t sick, but I think he’s always a little tired.

Her sickie muscles may be achy because her sickie little legs are moving around on my lap and jiggling the laptop and, ahem, I have lost the home row twice already.

We have a doctor’s appointment for her this afternoon . . . and I’m certain I will have updates. Shane, by the way, is trying the ritual Wubba squeaking to drive out evil spirits.