Karin was up most of the night, crying out in her sleep and ended up in our bed early this a.m. Turns out this morning she's running a temp so I'm home with her. But we'll be out and about anyway, as she's not deathly ill, so she's going to accompany me to lunch and grocery shopping, and perhaps into the office for an hour. Am I a bad mom? LOL

Martin also has a growly cough coming on and is sounding very hoarse, but since he had school pictures today, we sent him off. Definitely a bad mom. :) I figure I can go pick him up pretty early as I'm home anyway.

Forgot to add to the guilty spending list: ordered several things from Jultidningar, but figure they don't count as they were either Christmas presents or Christmas accessories (CD! Cards! Stickers!)

Page 7 was dry this morning when I woke up and since I'm home anyway, I had time to scan it and upload it for your viewing pleasure... :) Thanks to galestorm for the ephemera which inspired it! The quote is by William Faulkner and says:

The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again, since it is life.