Down for the count

Day 3 of the flu. At our house that means PBS kids and an endless supply of Popsicles and OJ for the kids. For me,  it's chicken enchiladas for lunch and dinner three days in a row (I made a huge batch right before everyone got sick) and pots and pots of black coffee.

It also means naps and cuddles on the couch.

So far I've stayed well (vigorously knocking on wood here).