I had to abandon my movie plans because Son#1 and I stayed up until the early hours battling his stomach bug.
I started a small, new linocut - Mandela, for its longing-for-my-roots-effect.
Then 4 prints, which is my quota for the day (arms, you know).
Son#1 and I both study in between.
He's starting to munch on things again, which is a good sign, as long as this doesn't come back to bite us later.
Every now and then some sunshine pops out.
The husband is fed-up with my illness and who can blame him?
So am I.
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