a round-up of crafts for orphaned puzzle pieces
and a puzzle piece Valentine craft of our very own
In other news, I am in my fourth day of the flu, or whatever coughing, aching, sneezing, feverish, breathless, respiratory virus that is indistinguishable from the flu. I'm past the phase of lying like a slug in misery, past the acute phase of wondering if I was going to add to Indiana's viral mortality rate this year, past that one evening when I crawled out of bed (literally crawled), then decided that crawling back into bed was too much effort and instead dragged some blankets down on top of me on the floor.
Now I'm in that phase of feeling too lousy to get back to my life, but too restless to keep lying here while the children bicker over math worksheets and making their own lunch in another room. I'm bored by Netflix instant, bored by my Buffy Season Eight graphic novel collection from the library, bored by Doctor Who fanfiction, completely out of Baked Lay's and orange juice back here in the "sick room" that Matt, on the advice of, I kid you not, www.flu.gov, has deemed is my designated area.
If you've already had the flu this season, you should come over and entertain me. I'll let you read to me if you promise to do all the voices, and I also really like show tunes.