We'll Make History

Greetings! Time to dust off the cobwebs from this blog, ignore the pregnant pause I left behind with that last post, and type about something else entirely.

On Tuesday night, I got home after having cast my vote, and turned on the tube for a multi-hour bombardment of punditry. MLW came home a short time later, and was soon similarly encamped, with laptop open to keep up with the lastest Internet snark.

The mini-bg, however, was less than enthralled, and demanded near-constant entertainment in the form of Candy Land, Operation, puzzle building, and a plethora of other emphemera. When bedtime rolled around, both MLW and I were more than ready to get the toddler tucked in.

But as we headed up the stairs, I had a thought. MLW and I both wanted to watch as much of the coverage as possible, because we were both fully aware that there was a pretty good chance that we would be watching history unfold. But our daughter will only understand the night's signficance in hindsight. To her, it won't be groundbreaking to watch a black man be elected president; she won't fully understand the sea change our country had to go through (and is still going through) in order him to get there. She won't know a world in which this wasn't possible--she'll just accept that it is.

I had many reasons for being happy on Tuesday, but that thought was probably the best reason of all.

The Sword of Damocles is Hanging Over My Head

The new year has not gotten off to a healthy start here in house beach ghost. Both the mini-BG and I came down with head colds immediately after Christmas, and I'm still somewhat congested a couple weeks later (by the way, there's nothing quite like waking up in the morning and coughing up a semi-hard lump of dark green phlegm. Yum!).

Then, the mini-BG woke up around 2 in the morning on Sunday night/Monday morning complaining that she was not feeling well. After injesting about .01ml of Children's Tylenol, she began vomiting, a process that she would repeat throughout the night at approximately every hour and a half. MLW began feeling nauseated yesterday morning, and felt so bad by the time she got home that she went directly to bed and has barely left it since. The beach ghostlette is still not 100%, but after a day of eating very little and drinking her own weight in fluids, she's probably over the worst part. Hopefully MLW will also be improved by the time I get home.

But I have a hunch that I'm going to be spending some quality time with the plumbing by the time the week is out. I'll let you all know what color things turn out.