Rain, rain, please do stay and fall again another day...

The thing about reading each new volume of A Bride's Story is that it ends all too soon and I'm left to mourn the fact that it will be a whole year until the next comes out. ;_;

It has been raining here. 1.2 inches on Tuesday, .7 inches yesterday, and another .9 overnight... leading me to do calculations of, if we get rain gutters on the house next year, how many rain barrels would be optimal for the back half of the house? (My odd fact for the week is that there's 231 cubic inches in a gallon of water.)

Unfortunately, though, I have been sick, so not as able to enjoy the rain as well as I'd like. I've caught the head cold that's been floating around the family. And I think I've possibly got it worst of everyone. Right now my throat feels like it's been sliced vertically by razor blades. Lots and lots of hot tea. Little to no speaking. And a general musing on the unfairness of the universe that being a SAHM means I can't take a couple days off to R&R at home....

Ah well. This too shall pass.

No love for the sickies

I think I have this cold worse than Squiddle (who just got a bit stuffy) or Wonderful Husband did.

The worst parts are the times when I'm having trouble breathing, exacerbated by my child having just clocked me in the face with the corner of a book and me crying because that frigging hurts....

Cannot be well again soon enough.

And at least Wonderful Husband will be working from home tomorrow, which makes things a little easier.