We are all sick. It's nice and penitential. Our Ash Wednesday is being spent sitting at home, eating very little (mostly leftover pancakes, thank you to all the ovely people who cooked and then cleaned up last night) and sounding like a consumption sanitorium.
Nat's haircut continutes to look pretty bad, but his hair is usually very messy, so it doesn't show much. I might get him a real haircut before Thomas's birthday party.
By dose is all stuffy ad by brain isn'd worging so I'm going do nab, dow.