Note to self concerning flu shots:

Don't be so stupid and lazy next year.  Seriously.

The last few days have seen puking, chills, wicked achiness, fatigue, awful coughs, enough snot to run through four boxes of tissue (and let me verify the full value of tissues with lotion in them.  When you're blowing your nose every five seconds, a softer, kinder tissue is totally worth the few extra cents.)--a regular plague.

Beatle, Doodle and I (and their father is gearing up as we speak) have felt like crap, and until yesterday I couldn't figure out why Lulu wasn't worse off.  Then I remembered:  she was the only one to get a flu shot.

Nyah.  I thought at the time.  Flu shots?  Whatever.  We'll be fine.  Who needs the hassle of setting it up and delivering the bad news? 

Fool that I was.  No more:  all of us, every year are getting the thing.  Flu is no joke, and it has not been a fun time.  We're on the upward swing now, but I can tell we'll have to take it easy and recover gently.  I cannot fly into my regular routine (though oh my gosh, you should see my To Do list swelling!).  I am resolved to finish my course of Tamiflu (which might be miraculous, though it'll probably be shown to be a carcinogen in a few years), and then I'll get back to the grind.

Until then, I'll tolerate with gritted teeth enjoy some rest, get some knitting done, and relax.  On that note:  all this laying around has me feeling New Baby quite a bit more.  He's either way more active than I had previously thought, or I was just too busy to feel him.  It's been a neat little surprise to cheer me up, feeling this little person wriggle and poke around.