We've had a visitor living with a for the past month, and he looks like this.

I don't like him very much.

For two weeks, Fin and Z would wake up in the middle of the night, coughing. At some point, Finley must have picked up another bug, because she started running a fever. I was so sleep deprived, I felt like the mother of a newborn, and my body, after holding up its defenses the best it could, finally succumbed and got sick, too. So did Chris. So did Gramma and Grampa. And yesterday, Joe came home from school running a fever, too.

So we haven't done much lately. The house waits for siding, the north pasture needs bush-hogging, and the trailer needs a thorough cleaning. Mucus man needs to get out of his chair and get gone.