Although we are slowly emerging from the winter of our discontent (again), it is not quite over yet. It seems as though everyone is getting sick one last time. I know in this household that February was one thankfully short month of continuous illness. If it had been a leap year and we had one more day to be sick, there may have been a murder/suicide here. But my heart really goes out to those women who have sick kids and then sick husbands (and mostly it's the sick husbands). To you ladies stuck at home, this one's for you. . . .