Wrong kind of hacking

I picked up an upper respiratory bug this past weekend. I'm choosing to blame my mom, as she's always stridently blaming daycare for getting the Emperor sick, and turnabout is fair play.

We had a nice visit with my folks this past weekend -- well, at least I did, and the husband got through tolerably well. *sigh* The Emperor had a ball playing with his grandparents, and he seemed really wistful after they left. He even added them, of his own volition, to the night-time litany of people who love him. (It goes something like, "Remember that Mommy loves you, and Daddy loves you, and Mika loves you..." "Gramma and Granpa!" "Yes, "Grandma and Grandpa love you, too"). He's such a sweetheart. I hope he avoids getting my cold.

I think I'm leaving work early today. My chest hurts, my voice is hit or miss, and thinking is very fuzzy. The 'Tussin CF is calling to me.