With flu, and it is like Lord of the flies out there. I’ve watched my MC walk back and forth in varying degrees of undress, carrying random pieces of furniture. I think she’s building something magnificent, & most likely dangerous.
I just heard a shelf empty it’s contents in the pantry. No screams, so I think we’re okay. Unless they got into the sharpies I hid in there after our last episode. I can’t get up anyways, so I suppose all is fair game. Luckily, the baby is safe in here with me. She’s occupying herself by crushing a roll of Ritz crackers at the foot of the bed. Daddy? He’s only been gone like ten minutes, & should be back in 5 more. I hope we all survive. Life happens fast around here.