Cold

I am freezing, today it's a high of 13, low tonight 4. Long johns are in the mix today. When I expire, I hope to be buried in my long johns. Tibbles has a cold, she is coughing like crazy. This is what I despise about the school year, illness. If I could send my children to school in sealed hamster balls, I would. This week, since Adam has been on holidays, he was privy to seeing the morning routine. He found it odd that I would watch the kids walk to school, and wave to them from the window. They wave from the opposite side of the street, and it's almost like their arms and hands are mechanized. It's the auto-wave. They look straight ahead, quickly glimpsing if I am at the window, and raise their arms until they don't see me anymore. I don't think it's that odd, it's a bit of a tradition, in the mornings, we would wave my Dad off to work, and then my Mom would wave us off to school.