Tag, she's it

I thought somehow we'd dodged the bullet, that I'd managed to catch and shake a germ without it hitting Carole, but here on my second full day feeling basically back to normal (still a slightly sore throat), Carole's fatigued and suffering a slightly sore throat. We drove this morning together, following my first day driving for Skyhook Wireless (the wi-fi mapping) yesterday alone. It went pretty well, and she felt the same during most of it, but on the back stretch started feeling dizzy in the turns and warmed over. So I cut things off a bit early and got her back for a nap before getting the kids. Overall I think the driving will be fine, but it's even more work than I was expecting. If they have people getting done in three weeks with areas on par with the Plano one they've given me, there's some black magic at work.

The kids were pretty good today, but still acting grumpier than usual. They're acting like they're just not getting enough sleep, but we can only control our end on that. They usually sleep at least ten hours over here. Angelina's been giving us varying degrees of trouble with trying new food, usually overly dramatic crying fits, and neither of them is eating enough dinner lately, so we told them tonight that there won't be anymore big snacks after school, and no junk food at all until something nutritious has been eaten. We're done arguing with four- and five-year-olds about eating properly.

I had a 2.5 hour long conversation with Deb Wednesday night, finally calling her back for her missed birthday call to me. It was way past due. We haven't talked in months. Not surprisingly, I guess, the conversation turned to the situation between her and Andrew and Curt and Ginny. It was good to talk to her about it. The next day I called Curt for his birthday, and had a surprisingly long talk with him about the same. He was encouraged to hear how Deb is feeling about it. A reconciliation will occur because it has to occur, but it's going to take time.

This is already longer than I intended, but I kept remembering things from the week. I was surprised to see it had been since Monday that we'd entered anything here. I hadn't bothered thanks to sickness, but I hadn't realized Carole hadn't posted anything either. It took Shana writing today to say, "You guys aren't writing in your journal alREADY!!!" to make me realize how much of a ghost town it'd been all week. Even though it's only secondarily intended for an audience, it is nice to know it's proving informative for folks who're curious. Curt told me he was up to speed on our activities from it, too. Cool beans, as he would say, or at least used to say.

I sent Carole to bed when she woke up from the couch fifteen or twenty minutes ago, telling her I'd be in a few minutes. I think I've already busted that measure.