Last night was hideous. I endured only because I know colds don't last forever. How do people with debilitating, terminal illnesses cope? How do their families? It's inconceivable to me, the idea of never getting better. So yeah, I feel crappy and the girls are still home, but I'm feeling oddly thankful. Oh, and I was right about Ilsa. Her ballistic, spastic behavior was the early stages of her cold. She's got a cough and a stuffy nose today. It's a good thing to know one's children. Makes them less surprising.