So, no movie after all. Audrey came down with the stomach flu at about 10 o'clock last night and was up every hour throwing up. Poor kid. But she's been feeling better (and rotting her brain with an all-TV-all-day-long kind of a day) for the past few hours. She's even kept some ginger ale down.
Thanks to those of you praying for her. It's made her feel better to know that there are people all over saying prayers for her sick tummy.
Despite the change in plans and needing to wash sheets and spray the entire house with Lysol and wash my hands every five minutes (they are SO dry and starting to crack from it all!), I've been working away and am making progress. Still in my jammies, watching the snow swirl down, and typing away. In fact, I think I may need a break because my hands are feeling a little arthritic, stiff, and achy.
Think I'll ask Toben to build me a roaring fire...
P.S. Today is our sixteenth anniversary--in sickness and in health!
The fire is delightful, I'm more than halfway done, and I'm ready to go crawl in bed with a book. I thought Audrey was feeling better--she ate a piece of toast for dinner--but now she's moaning and groaning again. Maybe the toast wasn't such a good idea after all.