It's been a helluva week, friends. Or two weeks. Two weeks ago Saturday, Hosea got sick with crazy explosive sadness. That lasted about a week (with a bath every day. sigh), then last Friday he finally started feeling (and pooping) more normal.

Then, on Saturday, he woke up with a cough. By Saturday night, it had turned into a raging fever which no Cal-Pol could conquer, and he slept in the bed with us most of the night since he woke up whimpering every 1/2 hour or so. Sunday we took him in to the urgent care, where the doc said "Yeah, he sure is sick. Hope he feels better; come back if he's moribund". We basically dosed him with every imaginable drug until today, when he seems (finally, hopefully) to be on the mend. Whew.

On top of that, Matt got sick Monday and Tuesday, and I pulled up the rear Wednesday and Thursday. Today, we all just pretty much took a day of rest. Fun times.

(Oh no, he's coughing and whimpering. Better go check on him.)

But, despite all the plague, some good has come of this week too. We've tried a few different recipes, which are always fun. I made Chicken Noodle Soup with some homemade stock, which was delicious and oh so easy. Matt made a lamb curry from this recipe, which was just okay (too rich with not enough flavour payoff). He also roasted a chicken stuffed with apples and onion, which was delicious and beautiful but cooked weirdly (temp said done while thigh leaked red juice).

Tonight we had a dinner party for our across the way neighbours and their adorable 15 month old son. I made this macaroni and cheese (now firmly supplanting the Joy of Cooking recipe I used previously), some green beans, brown'n'serve rolls (to time to make my own, alas) and a salad. Awesome! They brought a victoria sponge for pudding, which was delicious. All in all, good times. Then I did approximately 1,000 dishes, drank a large glass of wine, and am officially pooped.

G'night, all. I'll be a vet tomorrow, I hope.