Offspring is at home today, laid low with a sore throat, fever, and assorted aches. I am here merely as a provider of medicine and a pourer of copious amounts of Gatorade. I have lolled in bed all day, while she watches cartoons, and putters around on the laptop beside me. We've snuggled under all of our blankets, and dozed the day away. I am now called into play for the ritual dispensing of chicken soup.
While I'm sorry she's ill, I do enjoy the laziness of sick days.