Another long lapse from blogging. Sigh. I hate getting out of the swing of things. In case you're wondering, I've been to Dallas with my mom and Jane, to see my maternal grandparents and many other beloved relations on that side.
It was a great trip, but Jane is, well, a toddler, and what is wearing on a mere adult is grueling for her. She was a champ but it was great to get home and see the changes in the yard one week closer to spring. And what a relief it was to let Jane run free on our little homestead.
Another place I've been, besides the yard and Dallas, is in bed. Our family has some sort of brutal stomach virus. I don't think I've ever had the stomach flu before, though I've had quick little stomach bugs. To have that sort of distress coupled with flu-like symptoms--well, it just seems really unfair. I don't know how I escaped it for so long, but to my best friend especially, who seemed to get it fairly often of yore, I offer deep belated sympathy. Fortunately Matt and I are on the mend so we can do our best for Jane. And despite our ailment, I hope to get back on track here, and post every day. Now, it's time of saltines and ginger ale.