Something like three hours' sleep

After a night of coughing, tossing and turning, the wee man is sneezy today.
Not just cute little "CHU!" sneezy--although it is cute to hear him sneeze--no, no, cute little "CHU!" sounds with snot and disoriented looks. He's not letting it slow him down too much, still battling with his favorite badguys...but he's doing it with a wool-stuffed-head voice. I feel so bad for him.

Kleenex today.
A run to the bank.
And then orange juice and a ginger root, maybe see if we need cinnamon.
Because I think it's time for the season's first pot of brew.

Don't worry, love; I'll leave your chili pot be.
Although after the wee man is down, I may see how my brew goes with mead and tylenol...