Blogspot got all funky on me...

I haven't been posting because I was simply unable to do so. I just flat out could not post. Today, though, I had the bright idea to change my password, getting in through the back door in a way, and the gods of the Internet smiled upon my feeble but earnest efforts. Yay, me! I don't have much to say, though, as I've spent most of the past few weeks working on The Novel and all of today, pretty much, cleaning up a four-year-old's barf. Even my dog puked today, a nice pile on the rug, which greeted me as I was on my way to the laundry machine with a freshly-besullied blanket. All this puke must be foretelling of something but I don't care to plumb the depths of my soul at this moment. And the dog puke, it's still sitting (piling?) there. It's gross to have unattended vomit, but none of us is in the room with it so I'm leaving it for John. John has been greeted at the door with all manner of disgusting chores that await him, from a stinking baby to an overflowing toilet, so I don't think the chore o' the day will be too traumatic. And, if it is, well, tough titties. I was looking forward to spending the afternoon at the library writing but children have a way of getting sick at the most inopportune times. In any case, my son was very sweet and mild all day, barely rasping out, "Mom, I need some water," with the occasional whimper all day. He's my sweet love, and when he's sick - pretty rarely, all told - I get to reconnect with that quiet, placid soul he was as a baby I had to care for, which is a nice change of pace (occasionally!) from his hyper-talkative, kinetic boy energy of today. If he's still sick tomorrow, though, we'll see how my mood sustains itself.