Well the body said enough. It said it with a fever and chills and a need for sleep that bordered on desperate. And so the hubby retired to bed on friday, to awaken on saturday only slightly less sick. Sunday he and the boys went down to Grandma's while I went to a knitting event in the city. I lasted about 4 hours at the event before my body said enough. I took the train home, and threw up in the driveway. The boys arrived home soon after. They slept for 24 hours after that.
It is a testament to how high the kids' fevers were that we all went to the doctor on monday. There was no initial call to my mom for diagnosis, there was no google search. There was only the bundling up and trek to the doctor. In 10 degree weather then felt balmy to our fever ridden selves. It is the flu. Nothing can be done but sleep and drink. The hubby is almost better, the Jude is almost back to normal, Joe is burning a hole in my pillow and still sleeping for longer than usual.
And it is snowing again. I had feverish dreams of bagging up all the snow and using it come summer to water the garden. But where does one store bags of snow for later use? not to mention how does one plant a garden when currently the ground is under 5 feet of snow (we have an overzealous plow guy who is rapidly running out of room to put the driveway snow)....
this week's menu so lovingly planned on saturday has turned into soup and crackers on repeat.