We seem to be going in the wrong direction. The sick list now includes: Jon, Heather, Porter, Jonathan, and Joy (relapse, though not as bad as the first time). Jeremiah still has a snuffly nose, but unlike the others has not had a fever. This is a Very Good Thing, because at his age the standard procedure for a fever is hospitalization.
Noah, Faith, and I are still more or less healthy, and they are a help well beyond their ages of six and four. I'm not sure how I would have managed without Noah. Faith keeps asking me to take her temperature, and each time I assure her she is still fine. It think she may be feeling a little left out....
I slept reasonably well last night, considering that Porter was coughing next to me for most of it. This morning I found Noah in a sleeping bag on the living room floor, where he had moved to get away from Jonathan's constant coughing.
I'm thankful for good weather, because I finally had to make a grocery store run. I had not planned to drive in a New Hampshire winter, but someone had to, and even in the live-free-or-die state they don't issue driver's licenses to six-year-olds. But the roads were completely clear, and it was not much different from going to the grocery store in Florida—except for the narrow streets and the piles of cold white stuff all around.
Later, my chief assistant and I lugged a pile of books to the library, and returned with a pile almost as large. Small towns (and small libraries) do have their drawbacks, but I must say it's great to walk in the door and have the librarian greet Noah with, "Did you come to get these books [on reserve] for your brother?"
On the way home, we stopped by the "penny" candy store for a few chocolate-covered gummy bears: Something about kine and grain....
