aristophanes

Goddammit -- I barely recover from that last cold and now I seem to be getting a fresh one. My dad has a job working for a medical supply company and so he spends a lot of time at hospitals, I think he keeps picking things up from there then bringing 'em home to infect the rest of us. I'm trying to remedy this, and thought at first it was working, but just tonight when I went to lay down to sleep, is when my throat started getting sore and my nose started running.

Anyway, I'll have plenty of time to give it to my sister, as tomorrow the whole family is headed off to an overnight stay in Denver to see the King Tut exhibit. Don't know if we'll do anything beyond that. Please don't rob us while we're gone, internet people, the laptops are coming with us and nothing else in the house is particularly valuable. I mean, yeah, you could probably get a couple hundred dollars for the washing machine if you could haul that out without someone noticing, but hardly worth the risk, no?

Anyway, instead of sleeping I seem to find myself fretting over commedia dell'arte style costumes, even though I don't have a full cast yet.