House o' Plague

This weekend is the Winter Camporee, at which YG is supposed to be earning the Bronze Award, the Oscar of Junior-level Girl Scouting. And her best buddy Elizabeth, whose troop is not participating in the Camporee, is supposed to come with us. Alas, yesterday afternoon the kid came home from school, complained of feeling car sick, and fell asleep in my room at 4pm. By 7pm she had a fever of 102.5. This morning's effort has been to undo all these arrangements with apologies to all concerned. And while the fever has (temporarily, I suspect) abated, the kid is still feeling funky enough so that she didn't protest about the cancellation of all this stuff, but sighed and said "yeah, I guess so."

Meanwhile, Sarcasm Girl went off to school complaining of headache and sore eyes. No fever.

The dog has a broken toe.

The Spouse has shoulder problems for which he's doing physical therapy.

And there's me. And a three day weekend of plague sufferers stretching before me.

A Series of Unfortunate Events

The Insurance Company just called. The car, for all that the damage seemed localized, is not worth repairing. We get $5576 less our deductible, and get to find another car.

This on top of whatever it cost to fix Emily's toe.

And the various costs of various activities for the girls.

I'm feeling a little stretched right now, can you tell? All will be well (when we sell the Barn all will be approaching good) and I know there are times when moderate misfortunes just seem to pile up. But to whoever is in charge: you can stop now. Really.