Remember my triumphant post about solitude? Well, suckah, that's over.
The Babe is home sick, yet again. Coughing, snotty, feverish, and less miserable than she should be because she's happily watching a "Maisie" DVD.
One of these days, I'll fall into a groove. Can it not be in fifteen years? Can it be a teeny, tiny bit sooner?