Sick. Bordenball. Whisky. Kevin McCallister. Tui.

Ottawacker Jr. did manage to make it in to school to participate in the bordenball tournament. Not overly confident it is a good idea, but what do I know. On other news, the lurgy he had has now mutated into the lurgy I have. So, the first thing I had to do was call the dentist and cancel tomorrow’s appointment. I did offer to come in and infect the clinic, and they were quite helpful in rescheduling for January.
 
Spent the day doing various mindless jobs. Dropped Mrs. Ottawacker off at the bordenball tournament so Ottawacker Jr. could have some parental support, then stopped at the LCBO to get a bottle of whisky so I could medicate myself.
 
In the evening, cooked a tandoori chicken with rice, heard about the bordenball tournament (they came second), and then settled in to watch Home Alone with the family. Bed in the basement, where I failed to sleep. I’d convinced myself I had left Charlie out on the back deck and had to get up to check. I hadn’t. Toyed with staying up and sniffling in the chair, but decided that would use up too much energy.  Tui showed me how to do it.