I am not going to complain. I am not going to complain. I am not going to complain.

Well, maybe I am going to complain, but only a little. I promise. And -- truthfully -- I would really call it whining, so if you don't want to hear it, move on...

You're still here? Thanks for lending me a shoulder. Here goes...

1. Some of you are my pals on facebook, so you've already heard this, but it bears repeating: projectile vomit from the upper bunk to a wide variety of surfaces (including people) below is so far worse than your regular old garden variety vomit. It covers considerable territory. It requires significant cleaning resources. It's especially stinky when the ac fan does not appear to be working properly and the temps have hovered around 90 for several days. As the Boy says, being sick sucks. (He was worried that I'd be mad at him for using that word, but I have to agree in this case. Being sick sucks. As does the residual laundry and other related stuff.)

2. Why do people build computer viruses and worms?! What the hell? Why is that satisfying? Couldn't you just go play another game of D&D? Every time the Boy uses my computer (surprise, surprise, he really likes Star Wars games and videos) I end up with a nasty stinking virus that necessitates the ENTIRE recreation of my system. This sucks. A lot. It means I can't work.

3. Well... Actually, that's all I really have. Things are challenging for everyone right now, and we're very lucky. A reasonable house, wonderful family, friends and neighbors, lots of fun things to do and creative, musical people around us, good food... I don't have all that much to complain about. This does not suck.

See? You made me feel better already. Thanks!

(PS -- Related story to #1: I scared things 1&2 about flus yesterday. I really scared them. I didn't mean to go that far, but I really wanted to drive my point home. Now Paul is afraid that he's going to die. Awesome parenting...)