Inaugural

Our house has been a viral ho down ever since I got back from Central Asia. It's been awful. First I brought back a stomach-virus souvenir that I was considerate enough to keep to myself, then I got a nasty cold, then Daughter had a fever that turned into a mucous fountain, then Ning and Son got sick with Son ending up at the doctor's a few times.

Ning's generally taken the brunt of this at home while I fend off the ravening hordes at the office, but the kiddies are ensuring that sleep is a stranger to everyone.

One wise decision I made, my wise decisions are noteworthy exceptions to an impressive pattern of mis-steps, was to skip a race for tomorrow. There's a decent chance I would have drowned anyway... or at least been embarrassed enough by my finish time to wish I had.