On Saturday in the middle of our poetry/Imbolc party, Mason started acting sick. In very uncustomary style, he hid upstairs and read quietly to himself while everyone else enjoyed each other's poems, etc. He was very feverish by Sunday, and yesterday we went to the doctors just to rule out anything more serious than a virus.
Turns out that on top of a cold, he has strep throat.
My partner, who will catch anything anyone who even passes her on the street has, instantly also caught the cold. I seem to be the only one in the house left standing...
But under the heading "silver lining," because my usually high-energy, high maintenance kid is in the mood for watching TV and reading quietly to himself, I've managed to keep up with the word count (so far!)