There’s a Fungus* Among Us
Last week Anthony brought home the plague. He spent a week in bed sleeping and making groggy demands for water and soup. He was finally taken to the doctor where his sinuses were declared infected and his body was said to have the flu. So they doped him up and sent him home. The rest of the evening was filled with “Whee!” and “Oo, lookit the shape on the ceiling!” Anthony had entered that happy land of Prescription Medication. Thankfully he’s almost at 100%.
However. Valerie and Allison have caught it while Heather and I stand back, armed with Airborn and oj. Valerie’s six year old body has shrugged it off and she’s jumping on the couch as I write this. Allison has been getting worse. She took today off and is at home in the same land Anthony was in not too long ago. Which leaves me to look after and feed the girls. That would have been a snap a few days ago, but I haven’t quite gotten the hang of writing three articles a day. I should be writing right now but my brain needs a break. At least I have dinner already planned out and Heather is doing her homework on her own. I’ll have to find some time before dinner to help Valerie with hers. Ah quasi-parenthood. I’m actually kinda glad that I get to practice and see what it’s really like before I have my own kids.
*I know the flu and a sinus infection isn’t really a fungus, but hey, it’s a cute phrase and it’s my blog. So neener.
So here I am, the very essence of n00b, starting my own blog. Why? Fuck if I know. But at least now I can share the vast wonders of my mind as they spew forth like so many cupcakes onto a clown. That is to say, sweet though unnecessary and kind of terrifying. Yeah, I’m kinda like that. 