... but not again

Well, it's Wednesday, and so, of course, I have a sick child. At least this time* there is really no question, as Madilyn started throwing up around 5:45 am, which was followed by problems at the other end about an hour later.

So much for class followed by more skiing today. And of course, the weather is wonderful. Sigh. Watch out for the pieces of shattered hopes as you leave... they'll cut you. Sorry, I'm feeling dark and full of self-pity today.

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*those who have followed my life this school year know that I decided to take a religion class at church on Wednesday mornings, taught by one of the university institute instructors. Feeling an acute need for some intellectual conversation on meaningful topics, I thought this was a perfect fit. God, apparently, doesn't agree, since my household has been struck by illness 12 out of the 19 times that class has been held. I would think that attending a religion class would be considered a righteous desire, but apparently, there is something else here I need to learn...