Generally, the only work hours I can squeeze into my day are the precious few when I should be sleeping. Too many nights in a row like that, and I get the downtime I’ve been wishing for…only of the enforced-by-a-weakened-system variety rather than the more pleasant, relaxing sort of downtime I’d really been daydreaming about. So, for two days, the Boy and I canceled plans and cuddled up in a blanket cocoon, read stories and drank gallons of elderflower tea. He was feverish and quiet and therefore a perfect blanket-mate, like a heating pad that hugged me back. In fact, it was over almost too quickly…after that second night, the Boy woke up, cool as a cucumber, and my sinus headache had vanished. Oh, well. Back to doing things.
Like caring for bears.
And cutting hairs.
And since I really don’t want anymore unplanned downtime, I’m off to bed. There are gnome beards to make tomorrow. (!)
I am glad we’re feeling better.