It’s pouring here….and the kids have the flu.

That’s rough.

I’m not sick….but Jenny feels like she’s getting sick….so….I better not get sick.

Jenny’s better at taking care of everybody than I am.

I can rise to the challenge if everything hits the fan, though.

We have a new chicken and rooster on the porch….and the rooster is crowing…so…one of the sick kids will probably wake up soon.

The new chicken/rooster combo wandered into the yard….and didn’t get along with our other chickens (the two that Appa didn’t “love to death”) …so….Jenny put them down in the downstairs porch/laundry room area.

Now the rooster is crowing.

Appa is barking in what was the garden (before he pooped everywhere)….and the rooster is crowing below Nate’s room.

Freaking noisy animals.

I did our taxes yesterday.

Did I mention that it’s raining?

I’m going to make some coffee and watch a movie with the sound turned all the way down.

Sunday….and the rain… and the flu.

Here we go.