Letters to Myself

Boy and Lisa went to bed early tonight - he yawning and coughing and cranky about everything, she with the achy throat and coughing. Not as cranky, but some of that too.

Me? I'm fine. Go immune system!

In a totally unrelated note, what's up with the Republican caucuses in Washington?

Update: 367 words and I finished the story. It's just over 2,700 words, hasn't got a title, and is probably a bit weak. But it was fun to write. And most shocking of all, I actually wrote every day this week, which is remarkable for me.