And Lo! A Great And Mighty Tidal Wave of Snot Did Sweep Over The Tillman House. And There Was Much Weeping.

There is still sickness raging here, and it has officially overtaken each and every one of us. I am displeased. Ian and Maggie have both suffered mild versions of the pestilence, but poor little Max has been oozing snot from every facial orifice, coughing, barfing, and battling fever. We were on the brink of taking him for his first doctor's appointment (the first one due to illness, of course -- he's had check-ups.), but then his fever went away and he dialed down the mucous just enough for us to conclude that he's on the mend. I'm not even sure if I have the cold, too, or if I am just suffering from everyone being so very sleepless, needy, barfy, coughing, feverish, oozy, etc. for four solid days and nights. No plagues of locusts yet, but I will keep you posted.