I'm pretty sure I've mentioned my love of getting into bed at the end of the day . . . well, today, at 7:37pm, I'm calling it quits and climbing in. Sigh. It's been a long week. What I haven't mentioned before was that both John and I got a version of Piper's illness. I got the extreme fatigue (like literally my body hurt to move--I swear, my joints creaked like an old ladies when I walked around) and bad headaches and total disinterest in all food. John was the extreme fatigue with crazy bad headache and if he moved, everything would move out of him. So he stayed still and in bed for about 24 hours (only the forth time in our marriage). We are both better, thank heavens, but I just don't want to think or do anything anymore today. And so by getting into my PJs and washing my face and brushing my teeth and climbing into bed, I am declaring to the world (and John and children) that I am done for the day. And oh, oh oh oh, it's