An early start to the day

Today should be an easy day. No play-dates for Quicksilver. No plans other than changing the oil in my truck.

Southern Belle has the chest-cold that Handsome Hombre had and Quicksilver has the sniffles. In due course it will hit me and Mrs ERJ, but for now we are good-to-go.

SB was running half-speed yesterday. She saw this coming.

Quicksilver and I went grocery shopping for her yesterday afternoon. Quicksilver picked out the rotisserie chicken, the bag of salad and sweet potatoes and, most importantly, the dessert. She chose cheese Danishes covered with lemon goo. 

I remember working and being sick. Small kindnesses like having somebody else "handle" getting dinner seemed like a really big thing.

Handsome Hombre dropped off Quicksilver this morning. She was out-of-sorts since it was 90 minutes earlier than her (and my) usual routine. She settled down in a minute after settling into the rocking chair (i.e. my recliner), a fuzzy quilt and LiaChaCha kiddy show on the TV. 

She is now on the floor next to Zeus and they are both watching Shaun the Sheep and happy-happy-happy and I now have enough ambition to make a second cup of coffee.

So far, so good.