Over the hump (?)

Gus is feeling somewhat better. Now he just wants to sit on the sofa and stare at the tv. He's still pathetic but at least I don't have to raise my voice and shake him to get him to respond to me. Good times. Not that I don't love worrying, but I'm kinda glad that phase of the illness has passed. I know it'll be a shock to my system when he completely returns to normal. Gus vacillates between "Look Mama, I'm not sick any more (said weakly but with total commitment)" and "I don't feel well (and then lays down with a big exhale)". Per Georgina, this is very similar to how Ryan's illness unfolded. So far, Tim and I are fine and uncontaminated *knock on wood*.

Last night, we finally got the big snow I'd been waiting for all winter (appx 5 inches), and of course we can't really play in it because Gus doesn't feel well. Maybe tomorrow he'll feel better and then we can enjoy it some.