It's SARS - Surly Annoying Robber of Sleep

Remember when I said something about feeling colds coming on while we were hiking - 14 DAYS AGO?

Since that Monday, I snuffled for a couple of days and went on with my life.

While Drew snorted, coughed, wheezed, talked in a yodelly voice using several octaves at once, coughed, complained of ringing in his ears, developed a new and startling kind of barking cough, complained of pain in his ears, went to the doctor, came home with an armload of pills and the name of an ENT, and continued to cough all night. He may have to get tubes put in his ears to reduce the constant cold-to-ear-infection cycle he goes through every year, which is several kinds of funny.

Since he was unable to work during this illness, he turned to the healing properties of paint fumes, and proceeded to paint the interior of the house as therapy.

I can't stop him. But I don't have to enable him either.

Today he has gone back to work for the first time in quite a while. The house is quiet - at least temporarily. And the paint fumes are waning - at least temporarily. With the high ceilings in this place, he's still got several rooms to go.

And I'm going to sleep like a baby tonight.