Sick Day for Misterpher

I knew that when Misterpher wouldn't eat his oatmeal - yes, he willingly eats oatmeal, so does the Girl - I knew when he rejected the oatmeal, he was sick.

Frankly, I'm not surprised he jsut can't get it going today. He was down for the count with a stomach virus this long weekend past. And now he has this congestion thing that is focused in his throat. So the kid deserves a break.

Thankfully, Kabloey hitched a ride with Drama Princess and mom to school. They also are his wheels home. So, I don't have to leave the house today, depending on my choices.

I called WhiskeyJack to pass on some gleaned stuff - apples and clothes. Luckily, I checked all the clothes I had set aside for her and saw that one pair of sweat pants I had intended for the Elfinator read "Princess" across the butt. Uh, no. Elfinator is definitely not a princess. Must be the ourdoor plumbing he's got. Or something.

WJ stayed for a round of oranges, gleaned salsa ("There's something not standard in this." "It could also be crap."), almost too many too many pieces games pulled out, tea and conversation. We were both fighting inertia when she left. ("Maybe there's a narcotic in the salsa that is sapping all our motivation." Gleaning IS a cult!) She continued on her search for love with a couch.

I had decided that I don't have to rush off to another clothing glean - the second one this week. We are lousy with clothing now. Most of it jeans that are too long for Kabloey. But there is a lot of interesting in the house now.....

LOML has his first read-through in, wow, 10 years. He received his script several weeks ago and has applied himself, in his standard pit bull way, to learning as many lines as he can. I admire his tenacity. And I love it that he is an actor/director. I am looking forward to seeing him on opening night. And get to go home with him! Woo-hoo!

I am valiantly trying to finish some tasks for the Co-op, LWP, and home. Bookds have been read (home), phone book has been cracked open (Co-op), and e-mails sent (LWP). Hmmm, maybe I can just relax, take a shower and indulge in the narcotic (or stomach-cramp inducing) salsa and Kahlua.