No, actually, I'm pleased to say I don't. And maybe a few months from now I won't remember the details of this sick day. Not that anything particularly gruesome happened. It's just, we're all sick. John and I have been down since Sunday night, David Tuesday, and Rose woke at 5:00 this morning achy and miserable.

David is almost better, but he spent several hours today clinging to me and demanding George stories. George has destroyed the library story time, flown Harold to visit a unicorn, filled the entire bathroom with bubbles, and put on his special blue tights all today. He's really quite an amazing monkey.

John and I took turns taking naps and reading the kids stories. We also cranked up the t.v. watching. If it weren't Arthur, George might have had a fatal accident.