We're sick here in Central Texas. Not we as in me and Moose, but we as in the entire community. Something about the cold and the rain has combined to make a disgusting winter mix of allergies and sore throats. This morning, I woke from my drug-induced coma to a bizzare honking noise. Moose had brought his favorite toy, a duck he got for his birthday last week, to cheer me up, and we spent the next 20 minutes playing fetch until it devolved into "Forget you, it's my duck!" and I rolled back over and went back to sleep.
Several hours later, when my alarm went off to go to school, I discovered that my sheets, hair and walls were damp. Apparently the humidifier we're using is too powerful for the size of the guest room. It's now a sauna. We'll deal with that later. For now, we must build yearbook spreads and write lesson plans for next week so that we can visit the Armyman this weekend.
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