Today was gray, rainy and blah. My two remaining teenagers have both had a horrible stomach flu since Saturday night, and I'm exhausted and queasy. Didn't feel inspired, but when I came in from a run for ginger ale and Gaterade, I noticed my daughter's fire fighting gear on the front porch. He's a fire fighter in training and takes his test this week, so this one's to wish Gary luck. To tired to fiddle, so this one's SOOC.
I'm with your son, Paula! I've practically washed the skin off my hands, and use a new hand towel every time. I even use the towel to open the bathroom door, as if it is a public restroom.
Thank you so much for the good wishes everyone. Gary passed his fire fighter test! He is now officially a part time fire fighter for the town of Brewster. The kids are both feeling better today too. Phew.
