Yeah . . . still sick.  Really sick.  Mark is at a professional training from today until Sunday, so I’m parenting sick AND solo right now. Lucky me!  I picked up the kids this afternoon wearing the same outfit I wore for pick-up the last two days in a row.  I wish there were some kind of a sign we could wear when we’re sick . . . some kind of scarlet letter to let people know when we’re infectious and snotty, as opposed to homeless or drug-addicted.  I would so much rather people give me ample space and compassionate nods, instead of the looks I’m currently getting as I pick up the kids (which are more like horror and judgment). 

Anyways, here’s something a little more cheerful.  This is Karis at the piano, singing her falsetto version of Dynamite.