Days seventeen, eighteen, and nineteen

I’ve been dealing with what appears to be literally the flu, which seems to justify some excused absences from blogging here.

We’re getting to the age where “living vicariously through your children” becomes a viable thing to do. They’re not what anyone would call “overscheduled,” but we do get out to swimming and soccer a few times a week, spending little bits of evenings by the pool or the field or the gym.

I usually try not to sit inside the indoor pool area anymore, preferring the slightly less chlorinated air quality of the benches on the other side of a glass wall, but there’s a lot to be said for the light inside that place.