The tiny boy has finally settled in for the night. I've dosed myself with a good portion of vodka and lemon and honey (garlic was recommended, but it's just too foul, even with honey) - my voice is no better, but I feel pretty good! I'm dreading going back to work tomorrow, just because I have no idea what unpleasantness might be lurking on my desk, in my inbox, or on my voice mail - I hate having a job where the pain of going back makes it almost not worth it to take time off. And right now I'm going to wrap up warmly and go outside to see if I can catch any of the Geminid meteor shower before going to bed. Since we live out in the country a bit, I'd love to get a telescope for J when he's older - that would be cool.