Fiddlesticks

Poo. The field trip was can­celed due to the weath­er. Prob­a­bly a good thing since I no longer have a voice. That’s going to make the phone calls I still need to make a lit­tle tricky. I promised Katie a book­store run, then sam­bear wants me to go to bed. I want to vac­u­um. I don’t like how the car­pet feels (I real­ly like to have the liv­ing area vac­u­umed dai­ly, but it needs to be done sev­er­al times a week, at a min­i­mum). And there’s still more iron­ing waiting.

I have done three loads of laun­dry, two loads of dish­es, a lit­tle iron­ing, and cleaned the kitchen today. There’s just always more to do.

I think I may be forced to drink more of that dan­ged Gyp­sy Cold Care tea. UCK. I hate tea. But it does help.