So much fever it's fun!

I'm happy feverish at the moment. It's like happy drunk, right to the point where it wears off and leaves one shivering and sweating while the room spins around you.

So far the kids continue healthy. Fingers crossed. However, without me to read his schedule to him, I think Bruce went into work a whole seven and a half hours early. I can't muster much sympathy, he's 36, he can read his own damn calendar.

Off to feed children and get something done before the desire to lay down and die returns.