N still at home with the chicken-pox, though he’s certainly not worse for it, quite joyous and with a spring in his step. V, though, looks ghastly. And her cough only gets worse – I immediately reminisce of the time she was in a week-long hospital stay, for her pneumonia. Hope it doesn’t come to that.
Talked about moving out come Summer-time. I would like it – though there are many unfinished projects, that I likely won’t find the time to conclude. So that’s holding us – well, me – back at this point.