And now I'm feeling dizzy. I wish I could lie down and sleep. But while Simon goes down for his nap at noon and usually sleeps until 2 p.m. or so, Nicholas routinely comes stomping upstairs every half hour during that time to see if he's missing anything and/or ask me to change the channel. Sigh.
I hope I'm better by Wednesday -- I'm picking up a friend at the airport that day and she'll be staying for five days. Plus, on Thursday I'm supposed to speak to that ladies' group I didn't get to meet with last month... I'd rather not be coughing and swaying through that one if I can help it.
Brethren (albeit mostly sisters in this case), pray for us. :)