wail of despair (and then aggravation)

first, i come down with the nephews' cold (virus) on Friday, about noon. so i'm either dead to the world or wishing i was until Sunday, when the last of the exhaustion wears off.

the keyboard, sadly, got fruit juice spilled on it sometime Saturday. amazingly, it still works.

by now i'm about to go into computer withdrawal, though.

this is scary. what's going to happen when sis moves out and i have no computer? (pictures self hiding in room with computer while sis yells "I know it's in there!")