cat named pig

This might end abruptly, because the cat is on my lap and her large mass is rendering both of my arms practically lifeless. (Yes, she insists on curling up on top of my arms, because she assumes that her presence in front of me is entertainment enough, why would I need the computer?) So if I lose all feeling in my forearms, I will probably just hit “Publish” with my nose and be done with it.

On Tuesday I posted about Siena throwing a humongous fit about going to preschool. She then went, had fun, and came home with no complaints about the day. But on Wednesday, her teacher called me and said Siena had asked to come home early. She was “not feeling well, or something.” 

The “something” remains elusive — I have tried a few more times to ask her about school, and if there is anything she wants to talk about. I have also tried repeatedly to find symptoms of any actual illness other than a vague malaise that seems to improve with movie viewing.

She seems a little tired, but not exactly sick. I should just go ahead and tack the word yet onto that last sentence; given the winter we’ve had so far, it is more than likely that she is coming down with something. And given the hyper-sensitive nature of her ear canals, it is more than likely going to be an ear infection. 

Elliot, meanwhile, might be perfectly healthy except for the green sludge coming out of his nose (too vivid? sorry). Or he might be sick. It’s impossible to tell anymore, because he’s had a cold for so long we’ve forgotten what he was like before he got sick. Fortunately, it doesn’t seem to affect his mood much, which is why he still lives here. A crabby child with Shrek-colored goo all over his face would be packed up in a box and left on the curb for one of those non-profits that come around to pick up donations. (Still too vivid? Are you gagging? Again, sorry.)  

Winter: 10,897,234, Laura: 0. Stay tuned for riveting new developments in Antibiotic Watch ‘08 – ‘09: Cephalosporins vs. Penicillins.