...but my husband had a touch of the plague, so to protect our daughter's preemie-lungs I was doing a little bit of the single parent thing for a few days, and having some just-mom-and-Maya time. It was tiring and logistically dicey but sweet; the baby did not get sick; and it all sorta fulfilled my Gilmore Girls guilty pleasure dream where we have the house to ourselves and spend hours trading wacky girly dialogue. We missed our Sam though, and vice versa.
He is all better again, and I am off to catch up on sleep, and think of what to draw next.
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