Grand jury week. Again.

Another week of grand jury. Another day spent in the sad, shitty building that brings people together in some of their worst moments on their lives.

And I thank god for my life. And my husband. And my children. And that random fate and horror has stayed clear of us. And can only hope that it stays that way.

Layla was up with Parvo all night. Puking and diarrhea, so Mike kept her home. After waking at 9:15, she was fine. Of course. Anyway, she's coughing and begging for honey now, so she must be back to normal.