As our house keeps barely truck’n along with now three sick people, the basement remains on hold. (Although Q did steal away last night while I worked to mud and sand, which was unexpected.)
While Q has been taking care of O and I, he has also been filling the house with the smell of fresh baked bread. (A little unknown fact about me: this is one of my absolute favorite smells!!)
Last night he baked a free form artisan bread (fancy, huh?) then, before feeling the pain of getting a cold, he made french toast for breakfast this morning. Life is sweet sometimes, even though you are sick.
The count down continues, we have 6 days left til this little guy arrives.