My poor kid, her fever fell and then spiked again. She's acting nearly normal - ordering the dog around, eating, lying to us about brushing her teeth, winning at monopoly, . . . but not quite right. I'll keep my fingers crossed that we are not here alone tomorrow with a cake designed to feed 60+.

Ouch, meara!

Yay, speedy meara! Boo, ouchy knee.

I hope she bounces back before tomorrow, Sparky.

I am sick. Not sick enough to get out of anything I have to do, but sick like I'm taking Theraflu and Sudafed. I hope I have not created a meth lab in my body.

In the spirit of decluttering, I am doing our annual book sweep -- trying to get rid of books the kids have outgrown. Good bye, Elephant and Piggie! But I do have to keep Judy Blume now.

A cake for 60+? Mmmm. That sounds delicious....

A friend of mine is having a birthday party/dance about half a mile away. I want to go and feel like I should go, but am not sure it's really a good idea. But then I thought "there's probably yummy desserts, surely?" So now I'm feeling incentivized to find something cute to wear.

Yay for faster time, meara! Sorry about the knee, though. Knees are such fragile things.

Pot roast and cakes were very tasty. Now I'm debating on whether I want another glass of wine or switch to one of the beers I've got in the fridge.

Wine or beer... both sound like good choices.

I've got the choice of an IPA or an Abbey Ale and I'm stuck. Eenie-meenie.

I hope she gets better for real, Sparky. You too, Kat. That point of being sick enough to feel bad but not sick enough to not meet one's obligations, I hate that a lot.

Having collard greens with sausage for dinner. Yum.

Collard greens sound yummy. But I'm at that not hungry phase.

Kids are outside playing. One of the brothers from a family across the street spat at Grace. I'm trying not to go snatch his ass. But she didn't tell me until we were already in the house and about 45 minutes had passed. I told her if he did it again, to tell him her mom was going to beat him up.

Be nice to your knee, meara, and congrats.

Just managed to finish my swim before the storm hit. Was just shy 2 of the 7 cool down/stretch laps I do. And then went and finished the errands I couldn't get to earlier. In a pouring thunderstorm. Which we sorely needed. Not a drought or anything, but we haven't had rain since the pollen started, and it's pretty gross. But it did prompt me to replace my exploded car umbrella.

I've done my dishes next door and in an hour or so will be checking to see if I've cleared my line. If it isn't by morning, calling to schedule a snaking. In any case, you are really aware of the state of your bladder when going pee means grabbing the keys to climb across your deck, enter another house and climb to the second floor. I think I'm going to gift wrap some tp and dish soap for Anna. And possibly power wash her deck furniture and oil it.

Tomorrow I'm going to pick up some insanely aggressive thyme from friends of friend culling their herb beds. I'll add it to the back where the chocolate mint is really good at fighting the ivy, but still, ivy. If it's gonna be aggressive, at least be useful.

I've been really not hungry lately. I can't blame the heat, isn't that hot (well, today, but my house is still cool.) been forcing myself to nibble on protein heavy stuff.