Nothing much new to say

I have no new pictures.

I have no new funny stories.

I have not been knitting.

I'm behind on my art schedule for the show that I have 10 days to complete.

Why? I have been sick. Sabine and I have come down with what is probably the same cold everyone has been getting, and it was made worse by teaching in a frigidly cold studio on Monday (the heat was out in the ceramics department, and though we were promised a kerosene heater, one did not appear. The three electric heaters brought in minutes before class just barely took the edge off the bitter cold). Although I am grateful that my sore throat has gone away, I would like to be able to breathe through my nose again. I'm sure Sabine, could she talk, would say much the same thing. Sabine howls piteously and fights like a miniature toothless tiger whenever I suction out her nose. But if I don't saline and suction, her breathing becomes jerky and snoggy sounding, and I get all worried she's going to suffocate on snot. At least today she seems happier. Yesterday if she wasn't being carried, nursing, or sleeping, she was crying.

Everyone says the worst is when your kids are sick. In my opinion, having sick kids is difficult, heart-breaking even, but being the sick mommy is worse. No matter what, mommy is on call, there is no way to get as much rest as you would like, and your reflexes are muddled, to the point where the kids could build a super-size spider web out of your bras on the front lawn without you noticing, just as long as they didn't make alot of noise doing it.

Arabella seems to be handling the house of a thousand sickies pretty well. But she does keep asking why we're not going anywhere.

Happy Valentine's Day, sweetie, don't get too close, I'm gonna sneeze.