Lily is sick (waking to a kid puking on you is the best EVER!). Anya is cutting molars and won't stop with the whining and clinging. There is so very much laundry, I think it's breeding in the basket (the vomiting doesn't help this issue in the least). It's about a thousand degrees hot today. I have one shaved leg and the other is furry; it's been like that for a couple of days. And then there's this huge pile of STUFF on the dining room table to sort out.
And yet? Having a pretty good day.