Poor sick kid

It's a hell of a cold that's kicking my kid's ass. Fevers, chills, coughs, sore throat.. the gamut, one at a time, one day at a time like a theme. He's a one man diseased bear jamboree where every bear has its own malady.
On top of that the boy misses his mother. I can do my best, but when really sick what boy doesn't miss his Mum.

Snowpocalypse Parking Lot (too much fartsy - not enough artsy) (1 of 4)

Snowpocalypse Parking Lot (too much fartsy - not enough artsy) (1 of 4), originally uploaded by seattleforge.

Spent a few minutes out in the parking lot with my shutter release getting a few snaps of the snow while it is here. It's been coming down lightly, but all dang day. It's starting to turn to ice and I can hear cars sliding around and down Simonds road including the occasional crunch. But mostly I hear the slithering of tires on the ice trying to find traction on too high a grade on ice that is polished smooth.
Henry is feeling much, much better tonight. He's elected to sleep in my room with me tonight, so he must still be ill. This evening we watched There's Something About Mary. I told Jackie that this evening and she commented that it is probably only a matter of days before I get the boy a hooker. Henry said he prefers Asian. Well, we all do at your age, young man.

New Passion or Flushing Money Down the Toilet?

B&W Camping Photo, originally uploaded by seattleforge.

Every time I go on a camping trip I know I want to do more of it. But time away from the family is a big commitment. I can tell myself that I'm a better person when I come home, but I'm good at telling myself things like this.
I'd definitely need my own gear. Much of it is borrowed when I go. Something to consider after the holidays.