I’m feeling a little anxious this morning.
Sarah woke up crying, complaining about her neck. I took a look and saw two small blisters between her neck and her shoulder, elongated little things, shaped like small fat catepillars. WTF? I showed Mark. He couldn’t figure it out either, and we’re still mystified, even after much Googling and a call to our doctor’s after hours line. They, of course, had nothing really helpful to say.
So we kept her at home this morning, you know, in case she goes into shock and/or paralysis because it’s actually the bite of a Brown Recluse spider or something like that.
I am, of course, concerned about Sarah. I am also having a miniature freak out because I count on Thursdays to do Actual Paid Work in between loads of laundry. This is MY day! My day … where I get a solid stretch of alone time and can actually accomplish something and feel good at the end of it. Thursdays are also the day I work on a certain on-again-off-again contract, and can count on spending many hours in front of the computer late at night. Today it is on-again.
And now part of my day is gone. Pffft. Just like that.
At this point I have so much to do I don’t know where to begin. Kitchen? Computer? Shower? Perhaps I just get dressed and have another cup of coffee. And start from there.
