Worse

Today, on our last day in Boston, we’ve elected to stay in our hotel room and watch cartoons. Pinkeye in all 4 of mom & dad’s eyes (thankfully not in Kaileigh’s), bad colds, my voice is completely gone and I find that communicating in a whisper takes all of my energy. Sigh. At least it gives me time to prep my sermon//discussion for Sunday, which I will either make highly question-driven or at least the spoken parts written out, so that somebody else can read it if I can’t.