‘tis a fantastical thing, how one can go from feeling Perfectly Splendid to sniveling and feverish in the space of a day. my throat’s hacked raw, my chest aches when i breathe, and i’m pretty sure a piece of lung flies loose each time i sneeze. it appears i’m falling apart at the seams (and possibly suffering a case of acute melodrama, but i don’t imagine a cure exists for that.)
nevertheless. i have bunches of photos from friday to share with you (from a healthy distance) before they become stale and crumb up my hard drive, so here we go.
friday marked yet another snow day for the littles. while i suspect we shall all be quite sad to find ourselves still subjected to education come june, that day is distant in a way that feels like it may never materialize, so it didn't keep us from an altogether lovely time.
the kids spent hours tramping veined paths through the drifts out back, packing wet battlements, batting with snowballs and a stick. i hammered and polished and sewed and watched them through the window, sticking my head out the sunroom door every now and then to offer up pearls of wisdom like, ‘pelting the house with snowballs is a great way to break a window. let’s pick a different target, shall we?’
the small folk warmed up with hot chocolate and (of course) soup and cinnamon-sweet friendship bread. ramona and beezus bickered and twirled on the screen, while we burrowed in blankets all around.
then i took ill and slept forever and recited shel silverstein'ssick to elle, who found it roundly hilarious. i love that kid.
right now, as crazy-weatherness would have it, 'tis some fifty degrees with torrential rains and an electrical storm rolling in. i am off to search out a blanket and some honey tea (and possibly a new set of lungs). g'night, dears.