DS1 has been sick for 3 days now, and DS2 is on-again, off-again sick as well. So far, DD appears to be spared. She, like me, rarely succumbs to stomach-virus type things. I'm grateful.
The overall effect of having sick children is one of dislocation. All concept of time goes out the window, except to note the interval between vomitting sessions, which has been disturbingly short today. Hopefully the guys will feel better tomorrow.
As for me... having consumed all 5 volumes of Lloyd Alexander's The Chronicles of Prydain in the past 3 days, I'm feeling perversely relaxed and rested. It was a mental vacation, apparently much needed.
I cried when Fflewddur sacrificed his harp, though.
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