Cough, Ouch, Type, Repeat

I’m here and I’m sick. Why am I here? I’m not exactly sure. Here I am though, sitting in my office trying not to cough. My throat won’t stop itching or hurting and I didn’t get to sleep until 3:30 this morning. But, I’m here trying to do something productive, and it’s just not coming off.

In good news, I’ve gotten lots of thumbs up on the redesign, and Jodi even linked to me (aww, shucks). I’ve been playing with the stylesheet some to get the menu and body borders to line up right. I think it’s just about right now. I was trying to line them up so I only needed one border on the right-hand side of the body (that’s the div with all the posts in it), but that wasn’t working on the individual archive pages and would leave the left side of the menu without a border. SO, I gave the menu and the body borders on the sides where they touch and moved the right-margin over one and ta-da, looks good in both places.

In sad news, Max is sick too. He’s been working on a fever the past couple days and threw up last night. I’ve been less than helpful because of my sickitude. What’s weird about Max being sick is that after taking Tylenol, he’s pretty much his normal happy self. He’s cuddlier than normal (Max is not big on cuddling normally) and takes catnaps, but other than that, he seems pretty normal. He was sleeping on the sunroom floor, balled up with Lamby, in front of the TV. Jen was sleeping on the couch. My wife is amazing. She’s been getting up with Max in the middle of the night the past couple nights, taking care of him and me and being extremely understanding about all of it. She did get to take a well-deserved five hour nap yesterday afternoon after being up since 2am, but that seems like it’s not enough. She does so much. I love her. I don’t know what I’d do without her.