I'm home today, because what with one thing and another, nobody feels very well. Nothing dire this time, I promise; just late-winter cold symptoms plus... well... keep reading.
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Sunday was nice.
Monday was acceptable. For a Monday. But everyone has the sniffles now.
And then I get a text from my mom (on silent; I'm a responsible audience member, but I notice because my phone is out taking that picture up there. No more pictures; I don't post other kids' pix without parental permission) saying that the power is out. After the play I get a call from +Laston Kirkland saying the road is blocked off and he can't get home.
After several phone calls back and forth, Laston gets home, and tells me to tell the firefighters blocking the road what road we live on, so they'll let us through. Turns out someone took out a power pole (which in turn took out some others on either side) and we have live wires down on the main drag near our road but not on it. Lovely.
Lizzy's still not used to sleeping without her sisters, at least not in the dark, and so Laston goes to bed and the three girls (me, Liz, and Abbs) in residence tonight sack out on the couch together. Which means I sleep on one recliner end with Lizzy drooling down my neck).
Power comes back on at 7:40 this morning, but we're staying home with the now-worsened sniffles. No sense in getting everyone else sick, right? I expect we'll spend the day watching Sofia the First and Doc McStuffins (hey, at least we've moved on from Blue's Clues) and finally assembling Lizzy's headboard.
Mushroom meatballs over rice for dinner, honey.