Well, Jeroen seems to be back.
I'll try to check e-mail for anything listowner-ish, but I'd really
rather just crawl under a rock until sometime tomorrow. (Except there
would probably be mold under the rock, which wouldn't help me any....)
Besides the congestion, due to all the dust that's being stirred up as
we go through things to pack them up, Sammy discovered a really
interesting way to get a reaction out of his mommy. He dropped a remote
on my face when I was lying face-up, it hit me in the glasses, and I got
an instant headache. (If you wear glasses, you may be familiar with the
sort of sensation to which I refer.)
Nothing like a 1-year-old....
Julia
