Finally the kids and I are about 95% recovered from the nasty flu we had. I was floored by how severe it was. I expected to get sick since I usually do after nursing the kids back to health, but I was taken aback by how miserable I was and how unrelenting the symptoms were. I haven't been that sick in years.

My family showed me much sympathy which I appreciated and I spent the entire weekend on the couch with the kids watching various old programs like The Addams Family and napping. Alan made me soup which I could barely eat and Isabel perfected the art of making tea with honey. Gabriel insisted he was totally better but ended up falling asleep with me in the middle of the day which proved otherwise.

Come Monday we were all mostly back to normal and then Alan came down with it, though he resisted for as long as he could. He has finally relented and is in the awful throes of the flu right now, poor guy.

Having that terrifying cancer relapse scare put things into perspective for us once more. While it was uncomfortable, we're all very happy it was just the flu.

Isabel has been enjoying the little dogs we have around our house these days.