Tonight this shit's supposed to turn to snow, and the temprature is supposed to drop back to the 20s. Tomorrow's gonna be nasty.

It's very wet snow here, right now, and it's coming down like a sumbitch. I may keep my kids home tomorrow, even if they don't close the schools. Julia would be home anyhow, because she's not well. I hate to keep the boys home (particularly Ben) because they've missed so much time, but thought of hauling my sick self and Julia's sick self through the layers of ice and muck for drop off and pick up is so unappealing. I don't know.

I may just be in a pessimistic mood. If so, that's only because I've been paying attention.

t rant With the exception of Monday, the last time all three children were in school on the same day was Friday, January 19, 2007. Christopher proceeded to be out sick the whole next week. Ben was out the next two weeks.

They all went to school on Monday, February 12, and then Julia got sick that night. I've been sick for a week, maybe longer. And? I'm not so sure Julia had the same thing the boys and I had. She seems to have little-to-no upper respiratory involvement. She might have a stomach virus. If so, it was one of the quicker ones I've ever seen. I don't know what's going on. Someone should just take us all out.

Oh man, Cindy. That's terrible.

From Cocktail Party Physics:

Love might be a drug, however. This is also the time of year when the media resurrects the "love is all in your head, literally" stories: namely, that the body manufactures loads of dopamine and sends to all the regions of the brain associated with love -- the same regions assciated with, um, the rush of cocaine addiction. As for what happens when the initial infatuation wears off, we give you Helen Fisher, an anthropologist at Rutgers University and author of Why We Love: The Nature and Chemistry of Romantic Love:

"There are two stages of love, the first being attraction. During that stage, you get a brain bath of three chemicals that are natural amphetamines. You can stay up all night and talk till dawn, and feel giddy and euphoric. In time, these wane, and the second stage of love kicks in, attachment, and that's associated with a different brain chemistry, the endorphins, which have natural narcotic-like qualities."

Or, in the inimitable words of the Washington Post's Joel Achenbach: "So, over time, you become narcotized in a relationship. The cocaine buzz of infatuation gives way to a dull, blissed-out heroin addiction."

Heh.

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Relatedly, you can go to Bad Cupid and check out the Breakup Haikus: [link]

If I get a stomach virus before I get over this bronchitis and sinusitis, I think I'm going to need to be institutionalized.

I just bought this. Hooray.

ooh pretty!

I don't know what's going on. Someone should just take us all out.

Out to a really nice dinner where they give you a million dollars, right?

Cindy, I hope they cancel your schools and that you all start feeling better.

"Like." Sure.

I have a strict policy against performing satanic rituals at work. Not after what happened last time. You wouldn't believe the vengeance a traumatized goat can wreak.

I don't think you will, Cindy. That's more my luck.

Love that comforter Steph!

I sure hope y'all get better Cindy. Sick kids and sick self are no fun.