Well, guess who got an automated phone call at 5 a.m. canceling school for the rest of the week? Yes, H1N1 has penetrated our leafy suburb, a “probable” case necessitating the closing of Kate’s middle school until, God help us all, Monday. That’s unless it turns out the kid in question doesn’t have H1N1, in which case it may reopen sooner.
Which means this happened in our house this morning:
* I went back to sleep with plans to stay under the covers until 8 o’clock, an unimaginable luxury;
* The phone rang at 6:50 a.m., from a classmate wondering if we’d heard;
* The phone rang at 7:18 a.m., ditto;
* My conscience began stabbing me a few minutes later, reminding me this is breaking news and I allegedly have a website dealing in that very perishable commodity.
And now I have a kid on my hands the rest of the week.
So that was my morning, part 1. Did I mention I’m going back to the gym with my still-tender knee, too? I am, and you can’t keep me here.
So I’ll be back later in the day. You kids find something to keep you occupied until then.