Henry woke up in the middle of the night with a fever, so I’ve got an unexpected sick day on my hands.  Sick day for kiddo = sick day for me.  I don’t mind.  I’m glad I get to have him to myself today, especially on this gloomy, rainy day.

Back to school is hard on everyone.  For Henry, it means longer days with a lot more concentration.  For me it means a lot more rushing and reminders.  The transition is tough, so the thought of a low-key day with my boy isn’t a bad one.

“The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain.

This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you’d just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked windows with complacency.”

– Susan Allen Toth