A day off school

Told you he’d be off. Having managed a good night’s sleep for once, I found the boy in the chair feeling miserable. Just a head cold, I think, but he sounds rougher than a Tom Waits lullaby. Having looked after him – yoghurt & fruit, book, cat – I went upstairs and made progress in my translations. Halfway through now. Progress helped by the fact the cheque was deposited in my account. Actually, scratch that, the progress stalled while I figured out what holes it would be used to fill first.
 
Other than that, we are still mouse-free, and even the snow is disappearing. It is, however, gray and overcast, and I am not entirely sure I prefer this, especially as it is cold. Not that I go out, mind…
 
Ottawacker Jr. improving slightly – although as I wrote that, he gave a great big Cunarder of a nose blow – and I suspect he will declare himself fit to go to his sleepover tomorrow. If he’s not fit, I’ll be challenging Mrs. Ottawacker to a rock-paper-scissors tournament (at which I am unbeatable) to select who gets to tell him he cannot go. Parenting – it’s all in the mind. Anyway, he got the good news that he had made the U13s club regional team for football. While I am excited for him, I am maybe a little less than thrilled at the prospect of traveling to Kingston and Cornwall and all places south. Oh well…