Last Friday, while chopping onions, I lopped the tip of my left thumb off. I bled like a stuck pig, but I put gauze on it right away, put pressure on it, and elevated it. Trouble was, the Internet told me I had to change the dressing every twelve hours, and every time I lifted that last layer of gauze, I started to bleed again. So that sucked.

Meanwhile, Lil' Dude was sick with something or other and was just unbearable. I literally had to wear ear plugs one evening, because the incessant whining was getting to me. My sweetie caught that something or other and rolled around in bed, trying his best to help look after Lil' Dude while I was slammed with catching up on my work but generally being miserable. I thought I'd also caught whatever disease they had—some sort of awful head cold—on Saturday, but I seem to have escaped the worst of it, anyway. On Sunday, my sweetie had recovered enough to take Lil' Dude out for a day on the down while I worked. They went to the kids' ball room at Lonsdale Quay, where Lil' Dude licked one of the balls.

Sure enough, yesterday he woke up violently, vomitously ill. Screamed and puked every half hour. I had to cancel on AW (I was going to look after Joël so that she could go to SW's PhD defence), yet I somehow had to get to Lil' Dude's preschool as it let out so that I could give little Reika her gift before she moved away. (Her mom had given me a ball of yarn, so I made Reika a marmot with an adorable scarf.) He seemed to recover in the afternoon, demanding food, but by evening, he was making a mess everywhere again. Given that this bug seems to have an incubation period of two days, it may be my turn tomorrow to be hunched over the toilet.

So yeah. I am having a great week.