We have survived the first two weeks of Mrs. Z's new semester, and poor Monkey has been sick for the past week, with Mrs. Z catching up for lost time by coming down with it yesterday. In addition, the car thermometer yesterday morning read: 4. That is it. No other digits. Just, 4. So we are thinking a little wistfully of magical 60 degree temperatures... such as those from New Year's Eve:
Until it's warm again, we are trying ride out this latest sickness on the couch. Thank goodness that there are 13 versions of
"Dinosaur Show". (Something we never thought we'd say, but now state completely devoid of irony.) If someone at PBS wanted to rush some more episodes of
Dinosaur Train to the Netflix streaming market, we certainly would not complain.
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