the fruits of my labour

Famous last words. By me, to my doctor, about three weeks ago. I’d gone for a check-up, because I never get sick and I think it’s the responsible thing to do now I’m a mother and getting on in years. A few days later I came down with a cough/cold/flu thing that has clung to me like it’s life depended on it. Which I guess it does. I’ve had a sore throat and an annoying (to me and others) cough, and practically no voice for a week and a half. And in that time Elliott got an ear infection as a result of his cold and Isobel caught the cold and scared us a bit with a high fever. Not much fun. They’re both well now, though, and I think I’m on the mend.

As I’m breastfeeding, this was about all I could use to relieve my symptoms. I think the honey and lemon gave me a psychological boost more than anything. Which is not to be sneezed at. Pardon the pun.

So, I haven’t been doing a lot in the way of cooking and crafting, apart from working very slowly on a small sewing project that’s nearly finished and which I hope to report on soon. I feel a burst of productivity coming to make up for the past couple of weeks. Look out, world!

And we’ll be looking out for tonight’s lunar eclipse, if cloud and rain don’t obscure it. I’m hoping we can show Elliott the partial eclipse before he goes to bed. I’m also preparing myself for the fact that he probably won’t get our explanation of it at all and/or that he won’t be that interested. Oh well, we’ll just have to wait for the next one, in 2011.