Coming Back

One or more of us has been sick for nearly two weeks, now. First Elena, then James, then me and Joseph, and finally Jonathan. It's been a miserable world of fevers and/or coughs. I think we're just coming out of it.

I did get my January socks done. (my photographer, as always, was Elena.)
We've also been cleaning like mad so the bug guy can come. The apartment is now a weird mix of piles of bagged belongings and ultra-sterile surfaces. The bookshelf next to my pillow is nearly empty. As soon as I get the last of it boxed I'm going to toss the shelf. It's beat up and broken down and we were going to replace it when we have to move in 4 months, anyway, so off it goes. We also tossed the kids' play kitchen. I was sad to see it go, but not enough to risk bugs hiding in it. There's still more to be done, of course, but I'm surprised at how much we got done when barely functional.

So much to do, and I finally feel well enough to do it. Up, up and away, I guess.