After a nice, calm, beginning-of-spring-cleaning weekend, Alistair woke up this morning with super-swollen glands and a sore throat – straight to the doctor we went, and you guessed it, he’s got strep. I brought Larson along for good measure since he has been coughing all weekend, but he doesn’t have it. At least, not yet.
So they are hunkered down on the couch in various stages of repose. I’m in the middle working away on my laptop.
Alistair requested pea soup for dinner “because it’s easy to swallow”. How could I refuse – especially when there’s a hambone on the fridge?