So we’re still sick over here. I did take Murphy to the CVS Minute Clinic this morning since he refuses to talk above a whisper and was breathing like Darth Vader when he came into our room this morning. The verdict: My kid is a total drama queen. But then I think we all knew that. I did enjoy the minute clinic experience with a few caveats. We got in on a Saturday (or Sunday, if needed) and could just walk-in. The downside of a walk-in was that, even though I got there for the 9 am open time, we had to wait 40 minutes to be seen because of people ahead of us. But c’est la vie. I liked the nurse practitioner and I’ll go again if I need to have a kid checked out on the weekend. That’s pretty much it for today though. Murph is feeling better already, and actually asked for food.
And Finny is his usual irrepressible self.
I don’t think he can get any closer to that TV without climbing into it and joining the cast of Little Einsteins. Finn would definitely displace Annie as the singer. She has a terrible voice anyway.
Oooooh! Burn!
And that’s all that is happening here. We had big plans to go to the Plymouth Art Fair or the Patriot Place Cranberry Festival but this virus sidelined our plans. Hopefully next weekend I’ll have something more interesting for you.
By the way, if you have any suggestions or comments, please post. I’d love to know what everyone thinks. I know people are reading, but I have no idea who you all are!
To clarify, Darth Vader didn’t come into our room this morning, Murphy did, sounding like Darth Vader. You’d think that for someone who is so obsessed with grammar and syntax, I could self-proofread!