He ran a fever all night, and it's still there this morning, along with the crazy, hacking cough. So I've declared it Pajama Day. There will probably be several showings of the Squeaquel today in my living room. Maybe some Up. Perhaps some Cars.
In the meantime, my house is a disaster zone and, as usual, the laundry monster is threatening to take over. I'll start in on that once I'm done with my coffee.