Behind the Clouds, the Sun is Shi-hi-i-nin'...

I'm keeping track on a calendar now. It's that bad. Since the on-set of fall, we have been sick. I don't mean just a cough here, a barf there...I mean SICK! Weeks and weeks of endless viruses, bacteria, drippy noses, goopy eyes, heaving tummies, spotty skin and pain-wracked chests...sheesh! It's been a doozie of a winter at the Kecko Compound. And with every new fever and ache, I tell myself, 'Oh, we can't possibly be getting something else!'; oh, but we can! And we do! And we are...
At this point, Connor has Fifths Disease, Fynn has RSV (with two bouts of pneumonia under her belt), Dane is hacking up a lung, I'm congested and the other two are valiantly trying to dodge the bullet for this week's circus. I'm starting to wonder if it isn't time to move to Arizona, or Vegas, or, heck, even St. George! A little vitamin D--that's all I ask for!