A long weekend filled with blood sugar questions, concerns, and failed attempts to nap. There were several neat things, like seeing just how long noodles in chicken soup will hold up when simmered in a crockpot all day long. There was knitting. There was the inevitable battle over keeping the Naked Toddler clothed.

And then there was tea...

At the end of this weekend comes Monday. A monday morning, such as Garfield hates. A day when you want to pull the blankets back over your head and crawl under the pillow; devoutly wishing and praying that Tuesday will come soon and deliver us all from Monday. My throat hurts. The Boy is coming down with a cold. The Toddler has the sniffles. My mom isn't saying much, but I'm fairly certain that she's starting to get sick too.

It's too hot to be sick. It's too pretty outside to suffer inside. What's a girl to do? Sip on endless cups of hot lemon juice with honey, say a prayer that my sugars start behaving a bit better, and catch a nap before the day comes crashing in on all of us.