It's a good thing Giles moved out!

I've been sick for a week! Fever, chest congestion, coughing. That means no kisses, no hugs or any OTHER physical contact from my husband. AND, bec. he doesn't want to get this (cold? flu?), I was banished to the spare room (aka Giles' old room). So, Dave has had our bed & I've had the futon. Dave started getting sick last night -- head congestion. So, now Cali spends the night running btwn the two rooms to check on us. Me: Cali in my face ... wagging tail ... lick my face ... dash off to check on Dave. Dave: Cali burrow under covers ... lick toes ... peak out ... nap ... wake up ... go check on me. Me: Same routine as before except she takes a nap before going back to Dave. Yeah ... it would be nice if the doors could stay shut. Maybe not bec. then she'd sit outside the door & cry.

Joe has been a big help. He's been running for beverages, making meals, etc. He has a table setting competition for school on 4/4, so we're going to work on his menu after he fixes supper. What's for supper? "I don't want that in my macaroni & cheese!" Old family recipe the boys love!

Time to cough. Till next time ...