The building I work in had to close for several days because of paint fumes due to construction. Fortunately, I got sick the morning after it closed (unrelated to the fumes), so I could take sick leave rather than vacation time to cover it -- no, they would not just give us the time.

So, then I was sick with this mean little ... virus, I guess ... that just made me to tired to do much.

Meanwhile, my mother is visiting, which was good, because she's a big hit around the house.

So, I start getting over whatever-I-had on Monday afternoon and Tuesday go back to work for one day, but then was off yesterday for my youngest's 5th birthday. He was excited about his birthday, but dreading turning 5 because he thought he'd suddenly be different. Naturally, when he woke up on his birthday he was delighted to find he was the same, so much so that he went and woke his 13-year-old brother (why he skipped 3 chronological siblings and a bedroom and headed straight for the 13-year-old I'll never know) by whispering in his ear "I'm 5 and I'm just the same."

That is all.