February 2006 is one of those months that will not be remembered fondly in the annals. In addition to the obvious heinousness surrounding my dad, we have also had other illnesses among family and friends as well as the death of Amy and Becky's grandma. Today I got a call from daycare that Connery could not finish his lunch because of his coughing, and that he had a fever of 103 (it turned out to be a fever of 100.3, which is vastly different and far less terrifying). Still, he's clearly not healthy and probably will have to stay home from preschool tomorrow. Just what we all need after my oh-so-steady work life in the last couple of weeks. Plus we'll probably have to skip Kindermusik.
I am convinced--perhaps stupidly--that all these bad things will end when the calendar turns over on Wednesday (and my little brother hits the quarter-century mark! how frightening!). Until then, I am staying off the roads and out of any potential danger scenarios.